As I sit here scarfing down a bag of chocolate chips, I'm feeling rather like a chicken with its head cut off. Ahh! So much to do! So little time! Why does sleep have to take up so much of my day!
Such a waste.
So, I'm pulling from my archives. It's a poem a wrote a year ago, right before we moved into our house.
You didn't know I wrote poetry, did you?
Okay, so I don't.
I hear by dedicate this epic masterpiece, this historic work of art to all mothers, old and young, many kids or no kids, because since we've all been there, it's really about all of you!
And when I'm rich and famous for it, I will share the wealth with everyone who leaves a comment! Because then I'll know who really loves me.
And when I'm not so rich and famous, I hope you commenters won't hold any grudges. After all, there's no guarantees in this business. Some crazy person might not consider it a masterpiece and ruin all my plans for fame and fortune.
Would You Like To Be Me?
The day starts so early the night went too fast
I fall out of bed, nearly earning a cast
The kids are all up, but happy they're not
I’m ready to put them back in bed on the spot
The house is a wreck the dishes are high
There’s laundry to do and I heave a big sigh
There’s no time to think, its time to just do
Perhaps I could bury my head in a shoe
Alayna has an infection in her right ear
The medicine makes her stomach hurt and easy to hear
Her cough is harsh and makes her quite sad
For the last three days it has been really bad
Jacob, his cough has been fairly light
But unfortunately his bottom is in quite a plight
The diapers and clothes he keeps leaking through
Tend to get on me so I smell like his poo
Joseph, poor kid, his fever is high
His cough is horrific and there’s pink in his eye
He’s been sleeping all day, really quite sound
So he wet the couch then slept on the ground
Savannah is healthy and sassy as ever
Teaching her to behave is quite the endeavor
No one told me that I was getting a teen
Trapped inside a four-year old dream
We just bought a house, this week it came about
At the end of the month we have to be out
Which leaves me eight days to pack everything
Or else the renters will start pulling strings
Its bedtime now and Luke is at work
So I’m left all alone there’s no time to shirk
I give the kids baths, there’s water everywhere
At the rate things are going, will I still have hair?
And yet those darn kids, once they are tucked in their beds
Scream “Good night! I love you!” As I kiss their small heads
Those monkeys are lucky I think they’re so cute
Or else long ago I’d have given them the boot
With so much to do, why in the world do I blog?
I can’t help myself this is my time to defog
And like it or not you are reading to see
If just for one day you'd like to be me.