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Twas the night before mid term and all through the house Mummy was hiding from her children and spouseShe sat in the hotpress alone with her glassThankful tomorrow would be their last classThe glasses were lined up the bottle was chillingMummy was ready her headache was killingSoon all the children would be snug in their bed shouting for drinks and books to be readuntil then she would waitShe’d sit and she’d think and while she was at it she would have a wee drinkThen from outside the door arose such a clatterMummy then shouted what the hell is the matterThe daddy replied I can’t find my stuff, Mummy just rolled her eyes because she’s had enough
For 6 weeks she battled, god knows how she tried, she’d huffed and she’d puffed and oh how she’d criedNights lying awake filled with the fearThoughts of an email to minister WeirMummys not a real teacher she feels like an imposter, if things don’t change soon she’ll ring Arlene FosterBut as the children lay sleeping Mummy kissed them goodnight, one of them stirred giving mummy a frightShe needed an hour to sit on her ownTo fill up her glass and scroll through her phoneThen mummy she smiled as she thought of the day the children hadn’t done work but that was ok because mummy had realised these times were so tough and just being there for now was enoughThe schools would re open they would all find their way, they would try not to worry and take day by dayThe stress of the home school and lockdown would pass the children would all return to their classFamilies would gather as they had done before, time spent laughing with loved onesI want nothing more
For now all the books will be put away Mummy will chill and the children will playThey are not always easy and man they are loudbut there isn’t a day they don’t make Mummy proudThe children are legends and Mummy just knewthey would be a success at whatever they dohaving realised all thatMummy still knows they’ll fightso happy midterm to all and to all a good night …

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