Topsy turvy, Torvy tupsy,
Its all a chaotic harmony, in this sundry.
The grey in my mind just doesn’t matter,
My children control my life, my time, did I mention the latter?
Just when I think this roller coaster will not stop,
They take a nap and I’m rescued from the drop.
And what I am left with is more precious than gold,
My time, time for me, if I may be so bold.
I quickly clean up, from the dishes to my hair,
Set right the crooked pillow, dust an odd speck here and there
I hungrily eye my laptop from afar, and daydream of my fingers caressing its body,
This is surely my chance at glory, so I must hurry.
I walk towards my treasure to open my verbal urn,
My mouth runs dry, so I make a left turn.
As I put my hands on the tap, the word tea pops up,
I quickly take my beverage, gulp gulp gulp.
I can almost hear my blog,
Whispering to me through bytes of a complex log.
I am in near proximity,
It seems I am out of breath already.
I feel my heart flutter, as I sit holding my laptop,
I am too scared to smile, on fear of awakening those snoozing up top.
I begin to hum, almost giddy and eyes lit,
I enter my password and there you have it.
Just as the humbled worker clicks on the ‘Add New’ post page,
Prince and Princess, unleash their slumberous rage.