The Love Triangle: a Poem by The Maven

Writing's not something I've done much of late,

And as to why there is no debate,

I see Creativity in my backseat,

Making out with Free Time - (voyeurism is neat!)

Neither of them even bothers with me,

While I'm too stressed to think and too busy to pee,

My trust in their friendships has been violated,

Our relationship status? "It's Complicated"

Tae Kwon Do, Cross Country, run this way and that,

Here! Grab your schoolbag! Please wear a hat!

It's not that I don't want to sit down and write,

But herding my gremlins is always a fight

Wee demons throw wrenches into my down time,

They're loud and they're needy and boy can they whine!

And just as I sit on my fanny to post,

They scream from the kitchen "Mom, make me some toast?"

Imagine: them wanting some food on a plate,

Blogging or cooking: Where's the debate?

But mothering guilt starts to seep from within,

Taking time to myself is like living in sin

I truly thought when I had no more babies,

I'd stop running around like a chipmunk with rabies,

But it seems to get crazier most every week,

So much coffee gets guzzled that I start to tweak

"Where's the new post?" asked in an earnest attempt,

To get me to write before you feel verklempt,

And I know that you wait and keep clicking "reload",

Hoping my blog oats will finally be sowed

So here is a poem 'cuz I throw these off easy,

They're so quick and dirty I feel a bit sleazy,

Which suits as I jump in the back with Free Time,

And Creatively finish this up with a rhyme

"Why I can never seem to blog" - a poem

What does it take to write a post?
A lot more than you think,
To give my all -- or at least my most,
Would drive most girls to drink

Blogging is for me a space,
To rant and rage galore,
Getting up in mayhem's face,
Doth take a posting whore

But at-home-moms do not have time,
To do things that they like,
Let alone spend hours online,
Coming up with useless tripe

I often ponder velcro walls,
As a way to find more time,
If done just right the kids won't fall,
And all would be just fine

Perhaps a nanny with a hat,
And petticoat to boot,
Could threaten softly with a bat,
...No, that wouldn't suit

I just want to find more time to write,
Instead of wishing it,
For mommy time I shouldn't fight,
Or need to throw a fit

I tell the boys that blogging,
Helps mommy stay quite calm,
So we can avoid flogging,
And other outlets that are wrong

But of course they never listen,
Being my boys after all,
And my sweat it starts to glisten,
And my head bangs on the wall

And I'm really getting twitchy,
And my eyes go really wide,
And I'm feeling rather bitchy,
And disquieted inside

So instead of velcro walling,
Or considering a flog,
I write this poem I'm calling,
"Why I can never seem to blog"