Rushing, rushing everywhere,
Never a moment, to really spare,
Can’t believe, it’s Monday already,
And off to school, we run and hurry,
Taking out grown men as we go,
Whoops, I think I ran over one’s toe,
On the pavement with my gigantic buggy,
I’m sure he didn’t find it particularly funny.
Thank fuck, we’ve made it to school on time,
When people ask I say, “I’m fine”,
But really, all I want to do is run,
Away from my children and have some fun,
Drink wine and dance till dawn,
Between my mummy duties, I am torn,
Perhaps when my parent’s are back from their hols,
We’ll have a night out and let the good times roll.