I want to
say I'm sorry to those I fail to call,
it's not that I
don't try to, it's my three girls who are small.
it's not that I
don't love you, or long to hear your news,
it's just that when a phone appears, a drama then ensues.
As soon as there's a tingle from my shiny phone,
it seems to tell my children, it's time to scream and moan.
I would love to
hear your story, I promise I'm not rude,
but as soon as I
hit answer, my girls desire food.
Then there's the
time, I called you, I thought the time was right,
of course at just
that moment, the children start to fight.
Sometimes, I think
it's quiet and sneak off for a chat,
and suddenly
there's screaming "The baby glued the cat!"*
This needs no
explaining because I know you heard it too,
when one of my
little cherubs yells, "Mum! I've done a poo."
When the day is
over and they're snuggled in their bed,
I hope you will
forgive me when I check Facebook instead.
It's not that you’re
not special, I don't mean to make you frown,
I just need a few
more minutes, a little time to wind down.
An email here, a
blog post there, and suddenly with fright,
I notice that it's
half past ten! Sorry, perhaps another night?
*To date the cat
has not been glued but give them time :)
Can you relate?
Linking up with Jess at Essentially Jess for IBOT
