I have 3 squabs....no make that 4
each with an age gap between them
each with different needs
different set of emotions
a new set of rules
a new task awaits me from my little squabs
\'Mum!!!\' It wasn\'t me?
\'Mum\' can I have?
\'Mum\' he hit me, but it wasn\'t me!!!
\"He took my top\"
\"But he took my sock\'s\"
I sit and hold my ears and bite my lip
\"Can I get a break from my charming squab\'s??\"
one glass of red or maybe Two!!
im not drunk just numbed enough to shut out the noise
just enough for me block out the screams and the squabbling
Another year passes
things don\'t change
just a different set of issues as my little squabs get older
Not yet old enough to understand what everything means
Not yet old enough to understand just because \"I said so\"
\"That\'s not fair\" they say
\"it\'s not circus either\" I say
But OMG is all I get
So now they\'re teenagers
theyre funny little things
so full of fun, love, hate and anxiety all rolled into one
☝️ just one word I dare you
and guess what?
yep you guessed it.....
a mouthful comes my way
swear words for all to hear
words I\'ve never even heard
im only 46yrs of age and I\'ve never even heard of you \"melt\"
Have you seen the time I say as my squabs tiptoe up the stairs
As they vomit up that dodgy keb
laying in their own pee as they didn\'t quite make the loo
I gather up the bits and bobs and throw them in their rooms
their shoes, coats, jumpers and silly bits I\'d usually
put in the bin but if I did they\'d shout real loud
\"That\'s my little thing that goes in the thingame bob\"
clean that room!!!
OMG that\'s another story altogether
quick!! Where\'s me glass of red!! 🍷