T’was the night before school starts, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except maybe the cat, who was hunting a fly,
The backpacks were hung by the front door on hooks,
Filled with snacks, pencils, and shiny new notebooks.
The children were all snuggled down in their beds,
While visions of desks and recess danced in their heads.
And me in my nighty and daddy in his shorts stomped all our feet,
While planning healthy lunches the children would maybe, hopefully, be willing to eat.
When up on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I ran out the door to see what was the matter.
Off down the drive I sprinted like mad,
To holler at the critters who were being so bad.
The blue moon above, shone brightly down on me,
As the squirrels peered down while laughing with glee.
“Don’t you dare wake the children!” I hissed to the night,
“They need all their sleep or tomorrow’ll be tight.”
Silence once restored I went back to my stove,
To again shake my head at the snack treasure trove.
One will eat sandwiches, the other will not.
One will munch on veggies, which I probably should have bought.
The clock ticked on loudly, a constant reminder,
That, long before I was ready, the sky would turn lighter.
I gave up on lunch ideals and reasoned with fear,
That full bellies mattered, not winning Mom of the Year.
As I trudged up to bed, after doing some laundry,
I bid a fond farewell to long summer days.
After dusting it off I set my alarm,
And heaved a sigh of relief as I lowered my arm.
The morning with it would bring tears and delights,
Breakfast and pictures of all pearly whites.
After driving to school, with tears in their eyes,
The moms will stand there all waving goodbyes.
And then they’ll all turn, as if of one mind,
And they’ll race from the school,
To Starbucks, the gym, or back to their beds,
To savor their first taste of freedom since early in May.
As they hurry away they might hear from behind,
“Happy first day of school! And to all a great year!”