Twas the day before Thursday...

Twas the day before Thursday, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, Heaven forbid, not a mouse!

The dishes were loaded in the dishwasher with care

In hopes that my husband soon would be there

The children were quiet, not a peep, not a sound

While I ate my lunch and cleaned up the ground

All was at peace not a bang, not a tap

No crying, no whining, no hands in my lap

When I suddenly realized: THERE IS NO CLATTER

So I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter

Away to the mudroom I flew like a flash

Ran through the door in a mad, scrambling dash

The moon was not out and there was no snow

But the lights in the ceiling, were enough of a show

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But three miniature girls and every mother's fear

With my make-up brushes in hand, thinking they're slick

Dipping into the toilet, then to their mouths for a lick

More rapid than eagles, my curses they came

I whistled and shouted and called them by name

Oh Elly! Oh Addy! Oh Kynden Pot Pie!

Why do you do this? Why, why, why, why?

So of course, to the bathtub I flew

With babies in tow, one, three and two

With water a splashing I filled up the tub

And added some bubbles for a rub-a-dub-dub

With cheeks now like roses and noses like a cherry

Finally again, mommy is merry

With Kynden's cute face and round little belly

And Adelynn, when she laughs, is like a bowl full of jelly

Elly's chubby and plump, a cute little elf

That I smiled and laughed in spite of myself

And now, it is, the best part of the day

The girls are all sleeping, so is Jayden, Hooray!

As the rain comes down and the daylight gets thinner

It's time for me to get up and make dinner!