Today, I surrender. Monkey has pushed every button I possess and installed a few new ones and it's barely past lunch time. My computer crashed and Monkey keeps trying to push buttons (the real ones) on the laptop so I can barely write. Then, he woke up Munchkin and because she is intent on wrecking Monkey's train track (karma?), Monkey continues to wreck my chances of peace by protesting loudly and repeatedly. He will surely soon be found selling his baby sister to the highest bidder dealing in cupcakes. So today I'll surrender and write what I wish would happen whenever I need a break from the insanity my children produce.
When my kids drive me crazy
I wish a clown would appear
And ply them with balloons and stickers
And bring in a giant gentle dancing bear
When my kids are wrecking the house
I wish out would come a mouse
That sings funny little songs and adorable rhymes
That fill up inordinate amounts of time
At the prospect of making unruly children dinner
And the messiness that will ensue
I wish for a talking mop to make a healthy meal
And clean up the house from top to bottom too
When it's time to put the madness in bed
When I'm still seeing red
I wish for a magical book to tell them wrong from right
And tuck them in soundly for the night
When the kiddies are dreaming the sweetest dreams
I wish for a gourmet meal to appear
With table service and dessert
And my husband holding his mug of beer
These things would bring me quiet and peace
Though I wish for no other children than these
I'll hug them, surrender and throw my hands in the air
And cross my fingers that we'll see that dancing bear
When my kids drive me crazy
I wish a clown would appear
And ply them with balloons and stickers
And bring in a giant gentle dancing bear
When my kids are wrecking the house
I wish out would come a mouse
That sings funny little songs and adorable rhymes
That fill up inordinate amounts of time
At the prospect of making unruly children dinner
And the messiness that will ensue
I wish for a talking mop to make a healthy meal
And clean up the house from top to bottom too
When it's time to put the madness in bed
When I'm still seeing red
I wish for a magical book to tell them wrong from right
And tuck them in soundly for the night
When the kiddies are dreaming the sweetest dreams
I wish for a gourmet meal to appear
With table service and dessert
And my husband holding his mug of beer
These things would bring me quiet and peace
Though I wish for no other children than these
I'll hug them, surrender and throw my hands in the air
And cross my fingers that we'll see that dancing bear
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