'Mum'!!! 'if your not busy'!!! Is how my day starts, but I always seem busy, busy as can be. Never seem to have any time, any time for me.
The kid's always want me, the house needs a clean, the washing needs drying and I really want to scream, and I forgot to mention I have work inbetween.
I really could do with more hours in a day, because maybe I too would like to go play.
Organised chaos, that's what this is. Oh how I'd like a life that is bliss.
At the end of the day I sit down and say, 'the house is a mess, my heads full of stress and the state of me.... Well I'll let you take a guess.
But I realise now none of this matters, as I have been blessed with 3 things that are mad as hatter's.
These things are my children, I love them the most, I am a proud mummy so surely I can boast, about my 3 children who need me the most.
YOU ARE READING
Busy.
PoetryI wrote this poem, as it describes what us working mothers have to go through in our day-to-day routines, and I'm sure plenty of mum's will be able to relate to this.
