Thursday, April 12, 2012

Parenting Poetically

The baby at my feet is laid.
I fed her once, two poops she made.
There is no rhyme to this I fear.
My mind can't focus with her so near.

Trying to take care of junior while still have coherent thoughts and reasoning requires the use of all the brain cells I've got left. That ain't good. Of course as my luck will have it,  she's screaming/ velociraptoring  now. The tasks just got harder and my ears are ringing.

Isn't parenting wonderful!!!!

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. Now I know my ABC's, next time won't you find my keys?

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