"M are you even awake yet!" I'm calling to my daughter for the third time this morning. She is tired. She is ready to be done with the week. She had no weekend at all last weekend. She has a headache. These are all true things. Most of the time she is a pretty mellow, friendly, and kind type of kid, but as her stress level rises with school work in relation to her unscheduled time going down, she gets almost as cranky as her mother does. Fortunately, she has nothing on her weekend but homework (always present) and fun with friends. I've written a two part haiku to capture her morning, and complete happy mood swing when she realized her weekend is free.