Ever have one of those days where you just pull out your hair?
Those days, where the children appear to just sit and stare.
Getting dressed for school and out the door is an effort,
As mum’s screaming and shouting have no effect.
Those days where you could happily just go back to bed,
Pull up the duvet, shut out the world and rest your aching head.

A two school delivery is what I did today,
One child to breakfast club, with money to pay.
With the other back, across town, we race,
An 8.35 start, we set quite a pace.
My little girl though hard work has now settled in well,
The joys of her new school, excited by the lunchtime bell.

For now, for her lunch, she chooses what goes on her plate,
A buffet-style lunch, being wasted is no longer its fate.
Today she has a burger, she is very excited,
Telling me about the fillings and what she can put in it.
My son meanwhile took a book to school today,
Reading in the car, mummy sighed, hooray.

For trying to impress on my reluctant reader,
That reading is fun, and your writing will develop further.
After pushing him with books that I thought a boy would like,
It is Author ‘Colin Dann’, that has caused this reading spike.
Inspired by the ‘Animals of the Farthing Wood’,
Today happily reading as an eight-year-old really should.

I’m sat here now enjoying my alone time ,
‘Ava Max’ on ‘Alexa’ is helping me rhyme.
Maybe I’m a bit ‘Sweet but a Psycho’
As I stress at the children, I’m often on the go.
A working mum, managing children, writing and life,
I am often a tired, exhausted, needing a rest, wife.

My grey hairs tell a story of trying to do right,
Of determination to put up that fight.
My six-year-old will always do her homework at the weekend,
We do it together, its time we enjoy and can depend.
At her new school, she works so hard, she is tired,
Learning all day, her joy and energy have expired.

Today I spoke with her teacher, she no longer has work for home,
I’m disappointed, we work together, she’s not alone.
We now have a worksheet to work through together,
Of exciting activities including visiting a garden centre.
My daughter enjoys flowers, and this will inspire her,
I bought her a pretty book to help her work harder.

Learning through inspiring them, enjoyment through play,
Happy creativity, wanting more information, day after day.
I’m lucky that both children really work hard,
I learned the hard way, I was not helped and inspired.
I found school needless and boring, so many wasted years.
Living vicariously now through their enthusiasm and tears.

Now sitting here, feeling drained, listening to ‘Pink’
Her music sometimes makes me think.
Watching the rain fall outside, contented drinking my tea,
There’s so much I need to do today, but right now is time for me.
Time to relax, despite the British weather,
Then later collect the children, for quality time together.

For more see, The story of my life

It is now June and it’s been a long day,
I’ve baked a chocolate cake,
While the kids continued to play.
My daughter had insisted on ‘Hello Kitty.’
Fondant icing and sweets a treat on her birthday,
With excitement, she loves it, hip hooray.

Sitting here now, I’m feeling quite sick,
Hard to bake a cake and then not pick.
The huge quantity of chocolate icing,
Sweets left over and not to much fighting.
Sugary sweetness, chocolatey goodness.
With love, it tastes nice but we need to eat less.

My little girl will soon be six,
Unbelievable the years have gone so quick.
The toddler years they went too fast,
There is so much now that is in the past.
So many memories that will be not be forgotten,
To be talked about again, they certainly weren’t rotten.

Soon my children will be six and eight,
They are hard work but are often great.
Time is moving on and their presents are wrapped.
Time for mum to sit and relax.
Clothes, books and toys for my girl and boy.
Presents that I’m sure will bring much joy.

My seven year old he wants Minecraft and Roblox,
He wants a chocolate cake with sponge and blocks.
The main present he had early, it was a bike,
Maybe near his birthday, we’ll take it out if he likes.
Making time for each other and for a sister and her brother.
Playing together, having fun, despite the British weather.

Birthday cake is better homemade,
A great ingredient cannot be delayed.
The hard work and sweat of mum’s baking,
The love inside there is no faking.
The loving taste, that is so enjoyed,
An amount of effort needs to be employed.

Close family times, to be spent together,
Making the most of our time with each other.
Making time for cuddles and lots of hugs,
Time for laughter, not too many child shrugs.
Spend time with your family, especially when they are young,
As way too soon their childhood is over and done.

Looking at photos, looking at my family,
Looking at my son, holding my baby.
Special times that will never be replayed,
But forever held in my memories everyday.
So another year has gone, another birthday,
One day to go, her birthday is Monday.

For more see, The work day is over – Poetry