Sometimes you just need to crystalize those Moments of Motherhood. The ancient haiku format of show-don't-tell 5/7/5 syllable construction works perfectly. Here are some of my efforts. Can anyone add to these?

Many-buttoned stick,
Turner-on of glowing box,
Always out of reach.

Window to the world...
I press my nose against the glass
And lick lick lick lick.

Is it three A.M.?
Time for my late-night drinks date!
Wake up, Mom! Wake up!

Peas, oh yuk, yuk, yuk!
I spit green mash all over
Your navy wool suit

I squall my rage.
Baby gate, between me and
The cat's tasty food.

Crumple, crumple, rip,
How crisp are the pages from this
New issue of People.

You call it Naptime,
But I see it as being
In jail with toys.

I am too high and
My half-eaten Arrowroot
Is now far too low.

Full green garbage bag.
They keep pulling me away,
But it will be mine.

This new toy does not
Fascinate me as much as
The box it came in.

The changing table!
Must squirm, must roll, must crawl, ARGH!
Turned over again.

Too much milk, I fear.
I eject the excess--oops!
On Dad's new sweater.

What is it? Unknown.
All I know is it must be
Put into my mouth.

I drool on command
Share your cookie or get damp
The supply--endless!

The flicky-tailed cat
Has climbed out of reach again.
Life is so unfair.