Another Day In Paradise

Bleary eyed , rubbing sleep

Managing to open my front door

And what do I find but that creep

Has again spilled the milk on the floor.

So many times in the past

Warned that guy with the pea-sized brain

That day would surely be his last ,

The day he spilled the milk again.

Fresh green veggies, some nuts to munch

And some fruits for their lunch

Chopping, cooking, stirrring and

Filling up the boxes with an expert hand.

Grumbling about the morning blues

Walking past the cluttered hall.

Stopping by the kids' room

Waking them up for their morning school.

Rise up and shine my little ones

The bus would be here. It's getting late.

Look at you , the sleepy heads

Sleeping still though it's half past eight.

Can't find my socks , and the book of prose,

Mom, sis just hit me on my nose.

Have you seen my lap-top cord?

Bless this home, oh my Lord.

Breakfast table the usual scene.

What? Fruits, milk and cereal 'gain?

Why can't you make us some nice snack;

To last us till we all come back?

Kids and husband now all gone

Peace and quiet and silence around.

Streching arms and heaving a sigh

Oh! for that blissful cup of chai !

Mother-in-law peeping to say,

The maid just called. Not coming today.

Looking at me with great despair,

Promising to help me in any which way.

Brushing aside her offer of help

Showing no pity on my poor self.

It's washing, wiping, cleaning time

Expressing anger on dust and grime.

Back from school after lunch.

Sharing with them the day of fun,

Listening to stories of books and play.

Wishing I could be so young and gay.

History , Civics and Environmental Science,

Checking for craft lessons online.

See the clock! It's almost nine.

C'mon everybody it's time to dine.

Aching body and tired feet

Sinking deeper and deeper in the sheet.

Sleeping till the next sunrise.

Another day in my paradise.