Imperfect Fridays need to make a comeback. They must.

I wrote this poem-ish-thing. I don’t write poems, really, so it’s a bit chaotic… like the story being told in it.  It’s about many of our every day struggles, a schedule of how our days feel sometimes.

Morning

Messy hair,
Untied shoes,
I don’t remember the last time I showered.

Go fast, I say,
Hurry, I yell,
Now, we’re late.

Afternoon

Three o’clock, late again,
How was your day?
…please can it be bedtime yet?

Stand still, smile nicely,
Click,
One to blog.

Evening

Tantrum,
Almost ready,
Time to eat.

May I be excused please?
Wipe hands, wipe face,
Tantrum.

Bedtime

I am finished, emptied, exhausted,
Please not my turn,
My turn.

Diaper change,
Brush teeth,
Goodnight.