Topsy turvy, Torvy Tupsy

This is my inspiration. The topsy turvy life of a mother of two lovelies. My inspiration every day:). 


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.