My Three...


I wake each day excited and happy as can be
go into the kitchen , oh boy it's dog pee!

I start the coffee and get things ready for the day
singing and humming while i wash that pee away.

It's time to wake not one, not two but three.
Good morning mom, what's for breakfast? they start screaming at me.

Oh my little darlings, we are having oatmeal.
We are not the Waltons, we want the Denny's grand slam deal.

As I cook the breakfast for the little tarts, the aroma in the kitchen
was one of my angels blowing some farts.

I say in a gentle voice, eat your breakfast and go brush your teeth my
little koala bears.
Oh my, they are yelling and fighting, ok who threw those chairs?

One is in the bathroom taking a long time on his hair
the other two are banging on the door, saying you are ugly anyway, hurry
up in there!

Now it's nearly time for my bundles of joy to go to school
I cry and whisper, oh my how I will miss all of you.

They say to me in their sweet little voices, don't cry mom , we'll be
back.
We know it's not our fault you've been diagnosed with panic attack.

I cook and clean, wash laundry, run errands, doing nothing for me.
But I couldn't be happier than living with my three.

 

g9l@monmouth.com