Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Mothering, Parenting, Pippi's poetry | Posted on 15-11-2013
Tags: Mom, Mom is sick, motherhood, poem, sick
Mom is Sick
Today was an “octopus wrestling” day
Work, soccer, sick child, deadlines, algebra…yay!
Too many commitments, I have no chance!
Where are my jammy pants?
The body aches are starting
At least I’m not farting
I must get to bed
Ah, the burning head
It is the finest
Fancy dinner? No such luck
That’s OK, Brussels sprouts suck
Cans of clam chowder en masse
My daughter can heat them, what a smart lass!
Asks my son, is that soup from New England? You bet!
He knows those Patriots
My two-hour nap was heavenly
My family got along swimmingly
Shows you that when Moms get sick
It’s really OK to check out for a bit