There’s nothing to write

when your life is pretty lame

Everyday, just more of the same.

Each day is filled

with tantrums and poo

what oh what is a mommy to do?

New tactics are tried

to entertain all,

even the best efforts end up in a brawl.

The kids scream and cry,

each one for a turn,

never seeming really to learn.

“Don’t push your brother”

and “No! We don’t bite”

are the only calming mantras in my life.

I long for peace

and tranquility too,

but have to make do living in a zoo.

I know it will change,

one day they’ll be grown

and I’ll be alone, harassing them to come home.

Until then,

I’ll embrace the chaotic bliss

Which, in the end, is what I’ll really miss.