Fitting a craft business into your life,
Whilst being a Mother, a cleaner, a wife,
It's not easy, I'll tell you about a typical day,
I'm sure you'll relate in some similar way.
For supplies I need to drive into town,
I pull up at the craft store..the kids start to frown,
So I say if they're good they can buy something nice,
But I know that this blackmail will cost a fair price.
I grab things I don't need & things that I do,
Then my little one shout's 'Mummy I need a poo'
I rush through the checkout with what I've picked up so far,
Then hurriedly bundle the kids in the car.
You see, my youngest Son won't use a public loo,
He say's home is the place to do a number two,
I am hoping that soon this phase will pass,
As it's really a right royal pain in the arse.
Later that evening they're tucked up in bed,
All the housework is done & the husband's been fed,
It's finally my time to sit down & craft,
And if you think it's that easy then you must be daft.
From the bedroom comes a murderous yell,
'Mummy, please help there's a really bad smell!'
I dash up the stairs & I enter their room,
To be be hit in the face by the deadliest fume.
I want to be cross, but I don't have the heart,
When an angel face tells you 'It was only a fart',
I flop exhausted on the sofa thinking it must be quite late,
I look at the clock & it's quarter past eight.
I want to be creating the ideas in my head,
Instead of checking for monsters under the bed,
But I look at my children who are growing up fast,
And know I'm a Mother first & a crafter last.
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Kwirky Knits 2016
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