If teenagers reside in your abode,
You can probably relate to the feeling ,
Of being about to explode.
That’s not to say they aren’t sweet and dear,
When not moody and cranky,
They are full of good cheer.
Today with dinner on the stove in good time,
I was once again reminded,
Change takes place at the drop of a dime.
My feet were encased in nice cushy socks,
Recouping from a day on shoes,
that felt like hard pointy rocks.
Decked out in my sweats nice and comfy,
With my hair pulled back,
I didn’t even mind that I probably looked frumpy!
At that moment my son called me up and said
“Mom, didn't you know?
I have a basketball game tonight. “
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked,
As I gave him THE LOOK,
He said, “I forgot”
Or so he claimed!
I finished dinner quickly,
With hardly any time to eat
Back on came the day clothes
THAT was quite a feat.
A little lipstick
A little blush
Gave me the second wind I needed so much.
“Ok baby, I’ve got my game on,” I said.
We hurried to the car,
He drove, I sat,
And using SIRI to navigate,
Arrived without mishap.
My son exited the car,
All ready to play,
Entering the building he looked back at me
“Don’t worry Mom, I‘ve got my game on!”