I really get annoyed when you call me a mad mum
When you really don’t know what kind of day I’ve had
I’m an organised person, Truly I am
But my mornings are a whirlwind, regardless how hard I prep
If we swapped positions for even just one day
The mad mum phrase wouldn’t come to play
I wake up with the best intentions
But my eyes are glued together
My youngest has had me up half the night
I make coffee and start on their breakfast
Its only 6am but there’s peace in the house
It’s the best time to get anything done
So away I go getting a head start on the day.
While getting myself together I take a look in the mirror
I swear there weren’t this many greys yesterday!
Lunches are done fresh
But the kids still aren’t dressed
I go into the lounge room & find them captivated by the TV
The clothes still sit there folded nice and neat
TV goes off buts there’s still a constant barking of orders
To try and get everyone ready in time for school
Kids fighting over anything and everything
The noise level has reached fever pitch
I can’t find that permission slip
I know I filled out yesterday!
Off to school we go, now fighting for a parking spot
At times I wish my kids were older enough to do
The drop and go, oh hell where do I go?!
After the morning rush
I race around putting on loads of washing,
Making beds and cleaning up while writing out a grocery list
Out I go
Facing the fast pace shoppers
Rushing around everywhere,
Thinking they’re the only ones that have a place to be
Or is that just me?
I try to buy the best for our bodies
Showing the kids, the healthiest way to live
But its hard doing it on a budget
Racing it home to beat the heat
Unpack and finish up with no time to spare
All of a sudden
It’s time for school pick up.