The nine o'clock news has begun it's beginning.
The sun, it has long ago set.
The children are dressed in pajamas and slippers
But they can't go to bed...right just yet.
For they suddenly remember some tasks still undone,
that need to be finished tonight.
For some homework and projects are still incomplete,
it's a serious, sorrowful plight!
Earlier today, they claimed they were finished,
homework to do, there was not.
"Why didn't you do it earlier?" I asked.
And their answer "I simply forgot."
The math, OH THE MATH! It still needs to be done,
and I told them to start it directly.
Fractions and decimals and multiplications,
all deciphered and written correctly.
Only one project more for my young son to do,
One last project was left to be done.
A simple machine, a pulley with string,
and to make it, he thought would be fun.
He gathered the stuff that he knew he would need,
to finish his project quite nicely.
A shoe box he found and some string and a spool,
and a hanger cut rather precisely.
Then my youngest, my sweet little tot came to me,
and tried to climb into my lap.
("Why is he still up this late?" do you ask?
my answer, "A three hour nap!")
(and yes, I did know that I shouldn't have let him sleep that long, but I was just getting so much done, and it was so quiet, and he had been really cranky, and quite frankly, I didn't really think about the fact that he wouldn't be ready to go back to sleep at 9:00)
He's carrying a book that he wants me to read,
about pigs eating berries and cream.
I told him "Please wait, in a minute" I said,
And then from him, I heard a loud scream.
My other son looked distressed, and concerned
for the wire wouldn't stay in it's place.
"How can I make this stay put?" he did ask,
with a frustrated look on his face.
"Use the tape!" I declared, "It's inside of the drawer!"
Said the child "Oh no, it is not,
I already looked, there's no tape to be found,
it must be in some other spot."
I walked to the drawer, and I opened it wide,
with my tantruming tot right behind.
I reached down inside and pulled out the tape,
that my other son just couldn't find.
Then I took my cross tot, and I read him the book,
(and I read it to him really fast)
Then I sang him a song, and tucked him into his bed,
where he yawned and looked tired (AT LAST!)
Then my evening was over, the kids were in bed
each one of them sound asleep as a log.
And instead of me getting the rest that I need,
I wrote a poem about it on my blog.