I start my day in careful thought,
Measuring out my energy in drips and dots.
A splash for breakfast,
A smidge for chores.
Waking the girls will require more.
I allocate a pinch for lunch,
But the drive to town requires a bunch.
Time at the pool gets a generous shake,
And it’s hard to see how much is left when there is dinner still to make.
I dole out smidges, dabs and bits,
Until the children’s night time hits.
I tuck them in and say goodnight,
Struggling to keep my words coming right.
I collapse on the couch, the well run dry.
But tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll measure better.
Or at least I’ll try.
Behind the Willows 
Trying counts! 🙂
Sometimes progress can seem so slow, but each tomorrow will be a little better…
One last spurt of energy allowed you to write this cool poem. You are doing great, especially in this tiring time of pandemic in mid-winter. Spring will bring an energy boost!
Love this! What fun to read your poem!