And a slave to my baby's mind,
The hours fly by,
In the blink of an eye,
Take today for example, the promise of a peaceful weekend,
Yet from the crack of dawn, the chores seem to have no end,
Multiple snacks,
Each one fresh and attractive looking, that my brain has to hack,
For my picky eater,
Who talks a mile a meter,
Squeezed in a little workout and some clothes to be washed,
I'm already feeling squashed,
Is it time for my afternoon siesta yet?
This weekend it seems to be under threat,
With my hyperactive mini,
Whose unending requests are making my head giddy.
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