Spring is in the air,
And pollen from the grasses.
I’d like to find the Sudafed,
But first must find my glasses.
 
Searched all day for those specs,
Foul words I was heard to utter.
Found them in an obvious place,
In the fridge behind the butter.
 
With spring weather all my kids
Have increased activities.
Mom’s old body finds it hard
To keep up with such proclivity,
 
When you must repeat it decades later,
Fourth grade is such a bummer.
Please, Lord, no more homework!
C’mon, where is summer?!
 
Can’t wait for heat and days at the pool,
But first I must get trimmer.
‘Cause if I don’t hit the gym soon,
I’ll scare the little swimmers.
 
Wait! Bring on that ol’ rabbit,
For first we must have Easter.
I’ll find the time to play the bunny,
Somehow I’ll move my keister.
 
Nodded off in the sunlit kitchen,
Fatigue, caffeine couldn’t mask it.
I sat up quick when the doorbell rang,
And knocked my coffee in the laundry basket.
 
My son doesn’t want to read,
My daughter won’t eat chicken.
The youngest doesn’t want to potty,
Mom’s about to lose her frickin’…
 
Oh, the joys of childhood,
And being my kids’ mother.
For though I’m losing brain cells daily,
This life, I’d choose no other.