The day begins with preparing a lunch, as my oldest eats getting ready for school.
His brothers and sister awake much too early, saying they need their morning fuel.
Get my son off to school, with plenty of time.
So starts my day, as I struggle to rhyme.
I pack up the kids and head to the store, hoping to find some brand new lights.
The kids in a race cart I want only one thing, for them to stay calm with not one fight.
The Grumpies set in by 11 o'clock, there close to breaking and so am I
What to do for lunch I have no clue, but I know for one thing I could use a rye.
The afternoon is full of laughter and laundry, as the kids put away clothes that I fold.
My oldest gets picked up from school, his homework ahead not much I am told.
We manage through and get him all done, time to go play outside in the back.
The yelling begins as they start to argue, I can feel it coming I'm starting to crack.
Dinner comes not a moment to soon, as they wash and sit in their favourite chairs.
I clean up the dishes and think of dessert, if nothing is served I'll have four angry bears.
The house is tidied, the kids ready for bed.
Once their asleep it is time for the two of us, to open our laptops and type away.
She with her work, me with my play.
The day is all over, as I pull off my sweater.
As my wife goes to sleep all I think, Monday brings blahs to make my week that much better.
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