Thoughts while watching the washing machine

If you could...-To the tune of If you could high to Kolob- the rhythm of the washer as it agitates playing in the back ground.

1. If you could wake at 6 am with a twinkling of an eye,
And then continue onward With that same speed to fly,
Do you think that you could ever, Through an entire day,
Find out how other mothers do it and still remain so gay?

2. Or see the sun rising, Whithout a rush to the bus?
Or watch the sun setting, in quietness with rest?
Me thinks the children whispers, “Can I get a drink,’
Or go to the bathroom, or I cant reach the sink.”

3. The works of Mom continue, And grocery bags and lives abound;
Improvement and progression have one eternal round.
There is no end to messes; There is no end to fights;
There is no end to sock folding; There is no end in sight.

4. There is no end to dishes; There is no end to spills;
There is no end to finger prints on the windows and window seals.
There is no end to crayons; and magic erasers for the wall;
There is no end to snow; Be careful and please don't fall.

5. There is no end to kisses; There is no end to hugs;
There is no end to bed time stories; This is a song of love.
There is no end to smiles; There is no end to bugs! (especially with 3 boys)
There is no end to mothering; Thank Father in Heaven above!