out the door

Lest you think me perfect
I am going to confess
getting out the door can leave me somewhat quite the mess
destination does not matter
just the getting to the car
makes me madder than a hatter
shouting loud
declaring war
all the "mommy mommy MOMMY!"
tends to make me lose my head
one more task I find unfinished
and I'm going back to bed
find your shoes and clean your room and don't forget to get the light
hurry up or we"ll be late
this mommy tends to get uptight
I don't mean to make you nervous
I don't want to see you cry
just remember,
mommy loves you
(and you're much too young to die)