Haiku for Lu
Tired baby girl,
Wrestling is not your job.
Please just go to sleep.

Chores
It doesn’t matter
When we wake up
‘Cuz chores drag on ’til eleven
Some days I yell,
Some days I scream,
Lord I pray there are no chores in heaven.

Repeat
Mama can I have my paci?
No.
Mama can I have my paci?
No.
Mama can I have my paci?
Mama can I have my paci?
Mama can I have my paci?
No.

Sick
Garlic, Advil, Vitamin C
Mucinex, Claritin, oh poor me!
Fluids, rest, a handful of pills
Please let something work on these ills!
Shivering, sniffling, coughing up ick,
Life feels extra hard when Jac gets sick.

Haiku for Lu 2
Someday you will know
Glorious sleep through the night
And I will rejoice

Monday
Not the dog
Cup spilled in the hall
Sisters fighting
Daughters yelling
Feet dragging
Saturdays eggs still in the pan
Sent to rooms
Chores undone
Letters mailed
Tears cried
Escape to the library
Chasing Gemma
Then Lu
Not a game
No password for the card
Unchecked books at the car
Lawnmower won’t start
Lose it off the back of the van
Rude neighbor
Good news
Gemma helps
Big kids read
Lucy destroys
Frozen songs
Chicken soup
Scout meeting
Sonic Run
Cartoon before bed
Monday