Twas’ the night before Mother’s Day, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (because mom remembered to call the exterminator for their quarterly visit)
The laundry was done, all folded with care
With hopes that, tomorrow, more laundry wouldn’t be there
The children (and husband) were nestled all in their beds
As visions of whatever the hell they dream about danced through their heads
While I, in my kerchief, could not in bed lay
And instead prepared the formula and outfits and the diaper bag for the following day
When downstairs there arose such a clatter
I raced into the kitchen to see what was the matter
Away to the sink
I flew like a flash
Organized the dishes
Trying to determine the cause of the crash
When, what to my wandering eyes did appear,
But an overflowing trash can, I shed little tear
Hustling to get everything ready
For the following day
So that we ALL can take time to celebrate me and play!
A mother’s work is never done. But, hopefully, for just one day…. we can put it all aside and celebrate the amazing feat we do day in and day out in keeping our families alive and happy. Ha Ha. I sure am an optimist.
Happy Mother’s Day!!!!
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