The Daily Motherhood Grind- A Parenting Poem

Oh how I love them both,
They are my World, my entire life.
Oh how my World has changed
Since I became a Mother and a Wife.

I smile when I think back to then,
I laugh and shake my head.
What did I do with all the empty time
Other than relax and lay in bed?

When kids come along time speeds up,
No longer is anything slow.
And as much as we try to do our best,
Sometimes we have to let it go.

How can it be eleven o’clock already
And the washing still isn’t in?
How can time disappear like this?
I haven’t even emptied the bin.

The kids need cuddles and games and fun,
The housework will have to wait.
That phone call I was meant to make earlier,
All the things I had to do…Sod it I’m far too late!

There’s rooms to tidy and beds to make,
Hair to be brushed and tied back .
There’s no point in hoovering around the house,
It’ll only get covered in snack.

There are windows to clean and sides to wipe,
But she wants to make play dough and have a drink.
The windows will only get dirty again,
Nevermind the handprints or what the neighbours think.

There’s lunch to be made and pots to be washed,
There’s lists never-ending so it seems.
Time is flying by you see ,
And it’s time for nap time and dreams.

We’ve had lunch and been out to the park,
Now it’s time to go to the shops .
It’ll be the school run shortly after that,
It’s two o’clock already, time never stops.

We’ve had great fun doing very little,
But very little is all we need.
It’ll be time to make the tea next,
But first it’s time to read

There’s shoes to be scrubbed and polished,
Lunch boxes to empty and clean.
But there’s learning to do and games to be played,
How the hell is it five fifteen ?

Hubbys home now and the kids are hungry,
The tea is almost done.
The dish washers still not emptied from earlier,
We were busy having too much fun.

The kids have eaten and it is six o’clock already,
The house is still a mess.
There’s always tomorrow to clean the house,
It’ll have to wait I guess.

It’s seven o’clock and the laundry is only just dry,
Time to fold it all and put it away.
The kids are having supper now,
Almost the end of another day.

The bath is running, its eight o’clock,
The kids get washed and dry.
The books are read and the lights are out,
Another day has just gone by.

It’ll be a few hours before I sleep myself,
There are things to do you see.
There’s lists to be ticked and jobs to be done,
None of which really matters to me.

What matters to me are my children,
Without them the day is a bore.
They are my joy, life’s fun and games,
Sod the household chores.