Too early, too early, MUCH much too early.

The morning has come too soon,
I feel so tired I could almost swoon.

I blink
and I peer
I daze
and I stare
Trying to see more than the fuzz of my hair.

A screech
and a scream
a laugh
and a giggle,

Three little children have started to wiggle
and I can hear their little feet
patter.

Nothing for me could be better
Than a restful peaceful morning in bed
Some quiet
a tea
or a coffee
and a book to be read...
THAT is what I could use by my bed.

NOT three little energy-full children.

It does not seem to matter
That I'm in no mood for chatter

Nope, it does not matter at all to them
I feel all of my energy
drained
drained

and then...

All around me the voices have said
"It is time for Mommy to get out of bed!"