It’s Monday again and to be honest I seething,
The meeting’s been cancelled and the little one’s teething,
I need a decision; it was needed last week,
It’s a struggle I tell you, to be smiley and meek.
They say to be calm and to focus on child,
But I’d like them to focus on the report that I’ve filed,
It took me some time and was full of good stuff,
Took hours and hours and I’m now feeling rough.
So I go round to Judy’s as she’ll understand,
I tell her some more of his future that’s planned,
Of Mum missing contact, of all missing me!
Judy says “Janet, what will be dear will be”.
I’m feeling much better at the end of my moan,
I can rely on my friends like Judy & Joan,
Sometimes it is stressful when you hope for so much,
When the changing of workers makes you feel out of touch.
But that’s not why I’m in it, I’m not here to whine,
I’ll go off to my yoga and I’ll soon be just fine,
So I get in the car, drop baby with Joan,
And 10 minutes in, ‘oh no it’s the phone’!
He’s not very happy, not stopped since I left,
And I puff out my cheeks cos I’m feeling bereft,
So I wave at the trainer, trip out through the door,
Cos little ones’ crying and his gums are quite sore!
So back home he comes, this crying small fella,
Straight in to the house, now where’s the Bonjella?
A generous fingerful applied now and then,
Now where is the sachet of pink Calprofen?
Then the children return with their tales from the school,
Some of them love it but certainly not all,
Derek is slouching and he throws down his shoes,
If I gave him a guitar he’d be singing the blues.
I’ve made them all food before they start asking,
I’m still feeling tired but it’s something I’m masking
They rush around madly, I jog to keep up,
I’m earning a medal and deserve a big cup.
Time is now flying, and the next job is bed,
“Now go brush your teeth please, you know what I said”
In the end they head off and I can finally sit,
But for the sake of the children I know it’s worth it.