Clear as mud

I go to bed each morning
I wake up every night
I spill my milk at breakfast
and then turn on the light

Each day I miss the school bus
I never have been late
I don't turn in my homework
My teacher thinks I'm great

My favorite game is basketball
I can't sink a shot
We haven't won a single game
Our team is getting hot

Last year I was in high school
Now I'm in second grade
Next year I'll be in daycare
I'll really have it made!

When I grow up, I'm hoping a baby
I can be, a pacifier in my mouth
my craddle in a tree

This poem is so confusing
It's all crystal clear
Perhaps I'll understand
it when I am born next year!