I’m so tired I can not think
As the day goes past my body shrinks
Up at 6 to wake up one who insists one more minute
I climbed two flights of stairs half awake so I’m not with it
They said it will get easier when they grow up
Things have changed but, it’s still real tough
They are still messy but, now have extreme emotions
Wish I had a teenager magic potion
School projects have me wishing I was smarter in school
I was too dumb then like them thinking I was cool
Each day is a challenge on how to not lose your mind
Just keep it all going and flowing with the daily grind
Into bed I crawl, aching with pain wishing that wasn’t the case
Waiting for some arms not there to make me float away in a warm embrace
I’m so tired and so stressed, I guess that’s why I can sleep
The events of the non stop day leave me wanting to weep
All of this and my only thought is
I’m so proud that they are my kids