Busy as a bee,
Not a moment’s quiet,
To enjoy a cup of tea,
Though dead tired.

In the bedroom,
Her son is crying;
Was spanked with a broom,
For incessantly screaming.

Lack of sleep
Is making her giddy.
The laundry, will keep,
But breakfast is ready.

Have to make a trip to the market,
Get the children to school,
And vacuum the carpet,
Before she can relax by the pool.

*Photo credit Karolina Grabowska from Pexels