Morning of a mother

Rush, Rush, Rush
She whips around the house
Struggling to get ready
She doesn't want to be late for class
He eats his toast and watches Cars
"Want more chocolate milk," he says.
She grabs his cup and heads to the fridge
She pours him a half glass of chocolate milk
and gives it to him
She sprints upstairs and brushes her teeth
Heads back down to find chocolate milk sloshed
all over the tile floor
"Mason!" she said with a sigh.
"Accident," he said.
She runs to the kitchen and grabs a towel
Quickly wiping it up, for they are both school bound.
She puts his coat on for him and they get out the door
He wants to walk down every step by himself
"No Mama, don't need your help."
"Mason, mama is in a hurry, let's go please."
They make it miracously down the steps and out to the car.
Beads of sweat form on her forehead, what a workout!
She drops him off and heads to class
Driving MacVicar Street like a bat out of hell.
She makes it to class 10 minutes late...
Ah well, it's the typical morning of a mother.