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I Don’t Feel Like Being Mama

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*Awful poetry alert*

Can I say something here very rude?
Today, just today, I am not in the mood.

How awful I must sound to speak without gratitude…
But, today, just today, I can not deal the attitude.

Today, just today, I’m tired of crumbs and I’m tired of messes. I’m tired of farts and I’m tired of poo!
I want to dive under the covers with nothing else to do.

Today, just today, I cannot break up another fight.
And I’m wondering when I will ever get to sleep soundly at night…

Today, just today, I’m tired of laundry and of stepping on blocks.
I’m tired of teeth brushing and of combing dreaded tangly locks.

Turned up noses at dinner, I could just scream!
They would rather eat plain buttered toast and a bowl of ice cream!

Supermom, by the way, she doesn’t exist.
I’d rather hide in the bathroom and pick at my zits.

Today, just today, even for an hour, I’d love to do nothing at all.
To stare into space, at a screen or even a wall.

I’ll feel different tomorrow.
I’ll smack on a smile, do the damn dishes, cook something new and suck up my sorrow.

I really don’t mean it, but, can I please still complain?
Sometimes it’s nice to clear this crap off your brain.

Today, just today, can I complain about drama.
Because today, just today, I do NOT feel like being mama!

p.s. I freaking love my kids so much that I could cry.



Ode to the Babies

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Poetry lovers beware!  My first (and probably last) crack at poetry since high school…


Ode to a baby, so simple and pure.
Ode to a baby, wordless wonder you are.

New to the world, you beautiful soul.
Who will you be, what will you do?
What things will you see and where will you go?

Watching and learning and bouncing and squirming.
Giggling and growing and bumping and rolling.

Ok, I admit, it’s not always perfect, it’s sometimes insane.
Some days are a bumble and my sleepy eyes are in pain!

But, in the big picture, you’re still very cute.
I tell all those around me, ‘You’re a riot, what a hoot!’

Nine months in my tummy was just not enough
So, now I’ll smoosh you and squeeze you and love you and stuff.

I’ll kiss all those fingers.
Toes, cheeks and nose.
And when you make those sweet gurgley sounds, OH, you know  I love those!

I’ll soak up each moment, my beautiful love.
When I tote you around on me, you fit like a glove.

But, I’m sorry to say, it goes all too fast,
Like a broken record I say, ‘look how you do this, just look at that!’.

Toddler-hood looming, each day that goes past.
Tiny hands turn to big paws extraordinarily fast.

When I think to the future, in days far away
I hope that I can, I hope that I might…
Remember the feel of that babe I held on to so tight.