Monday morning so full of havoc,
I dream of lying in my hammock,
Except a hammock I don't possess,
So I shall have to live with stress

Intrepid won't get out of bed,
He says the daylight hurts his head,
I throw some clothes in his general way,
'Get dressed or no t.v. today'

Up is Gutsy, my early riser,
Hoarding cereal like a miser,
Not so willing to put clothes on,
Busy yelling at brother Spawn

Spawnling half-awake and moody,
Because I cut him off the booby,
Grabs the cereal demanding more,
Before flinging it upon the floor

Geekster looking quite distressed,
Staring at the new found mess,
Dogs are running to the scene,
Canine tongues make floorboards gleam

Insane amounts of persistence,
Make our gremlins go the distance,
Shoes on, coats zipped and with much fuss,
They finally make it to the bus

Already tired and only eight,
Geekster and I don't celebrate,
But we try to turn the day around,
To wash away the mopey frowns

Coffee's bitter taste will calm,
This zonked yet oddly twitchy mom,
I pour my cup feeling so serene,


....Well, shit. We're all out of cream.