"Mommy Just Wants to Sleep" (Dr. Seuss style)

so sleepy, so tired, i think i might die!

all of this because of a young boy named Kai...

he eats! he drinks! he poops! he pees!

he scoots on the floor and pulls up on his knees!

he loves his books, dogs and plants and plays with his toys

and finds dirt and bugs delightful, as do most young boys...

but there is one thing that my Kai just won't do

and that's sleep through the night, oh poor me, boo hoo!

he plays all day long and takes such good naps

collapsing worn out from his play, perhaps

once evening comes round, he's all a fuss

and this is the part when i just want to cuss(!)

at supper he shovels his food like a race

a collage of his plate all over his face

after dinner it's playtime, and then {plop!} in the bath

warm water, toys, bubbles...you do the math.

Kai doesn't want out, oh no, no, no, he flails

like a ship in a storm with rip in it's sails

he wants to stay in that bath, the water gone cold

and his fingers and toes wrinkled like he is old

but up out of the bath i heave my wriggling boy

now it's lotion, diaper, jammies...he's peeing! oh joy...

now smelling all clean of baby-like scent

we snuggle up for a book, or a "snack" is what i meant

for that boy, he loves books as i read like a clown

but if not in his mouth he will only frown

next comes prayers then a bottle, snuggled up on moms bed

these moments i cherish with my peacefully sleeping red-head

the little monster, he sleeps! to his crib i softly creep

and tuck little boy in, so precious, asleep

then i rush around, rush around, rush around house

 tidying, cleaning, washing...quiet as a mouse

and once i'm in bed, all tucked in with care

just drifting off into slumber, his sobs fill the air

milk, mommy! milk, mommy! milk, mommy! say his cries

as i use my superpowers to prop open my eyes

this happens, i tell you once, twice, sometimes more

i ought to just sleep in a ball on on his floor...

then at 4 o'clock, 5 o'clock no later, he'll rise

bright-eyed scolding and singing...to mommy's demise. 

but how can i, how can i, how can i not

go scoop up my sweet baby, he's the best thing I've got.