The sun did not shine,
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house,
All that cold, cold wet day.
"Teacher Training" it was,
And the kids were off school.
The Mom thought she could work,
but the Mom was a fool.
"Play with us!"
Said the spawn.
"Play
Play
Play
Play
Play
Play!"
And the Mom got no work done
That whole freakin' day.
Hide 'n' Seek, Boggle, Yatzhee,
Zingo, Leggos, Lite Brite.
One game lasted two hours,
While her tongue Mom did bite.
And did the kiddos
Appreciate Mom?
Did they even acknowledge
that Mom is da bomb?
"Our Mom is so calm!"
Said no one that day.
"What self-control!"
Said no one, ever, not one, nope, no, nay.
"Play with us!
Said the spawn.
"Play
Play
Play
Play
Play
Play!"
"We'll resist being sent
to watch TV today!"
"Can we help you make lunch?
Macaroni and cheese?
Oops, we dropped in some dog hair,
a Sharpie, and keys!"
"Six boogers, an eggshell,
Some blood from a cut,
Oops, sorry, touched the mac'n'cheese
with my butt!"
The Mom closed her eyes,
took a deep, cleansing breath.
She resisted the thought
Of her own peaceful death.
But did anyone say
"Our Mom is so calm!
She should blow up, but instead
handles stress with aplomb!"
"Our Mom is so calm!"
Said no one that day.
"What self-control!"
Said no one, ever, not one, nope, no, nay.
"We'll bounce on our beds!
We'll fall off and cry!
We'll run with scissors,
'til someone loses an eye!"
"We'll poop and not flush!
We won't wash our hands!
We'll aim for your boobies
and shoot rubber bands!"
"We'll dress up the dogs
in your bras and your undies!
We'll tell you we steal
from the church plate on Sundays!"
"We won't bathe and
brushing our teeth is a saga!
We'll tell you we'll grow up
to be Lady Gaga!"
Mom takes a time-out,
The Mom counts up to ten.
Asks Jesus to take her,
doesn't specify when.
But does anyone say
"That Mom is a rock"?
Does anyone realize
she's an emotional jock?
"Our Mom is so calm!"
Said no one that day.
"What self-control!"
Said no one, ever, not one, nope, no, nay.
Then, just before bedtime,
When Mom's reached her ceiling,
One dirty, un-toothbrushed
brat says with some feeling:
"Mommy, you're nice".
And there it is, just in time,
the whole rotten day
turns around on a dime.
But does Mom let it go?
Let the moment just be?
Are you kidding?!
It's time to appreciate me!
Psstt...you are a TOTAL rockstar and even if your kids don't know it your friends do!!
Posted by: Diana | September 19, 2012 at 07:43 PM
Thank you, mama. I almost felt the need to rhyme that with llama. Sorry, sing-songy rhythms gonna getcha.
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 19, 2012 at 08:04 PM
I love you, I like you, I think you're okay..
Can you come over to my house to play? ...
with
my
spawn
hey hey hey!
Posted by: Shannon Bradley-Colleary | September 19, 2012 at 08:41 PM
I cannot believe the awesomeness of your rhyming. Are you somehow related to Seuss?
:)
Posted by: hilljean | September 19, 2012 at 09:16 PM
You should hang out with your kids during the day when you should be working more often...it's great for inspiration ;)
hahah
Posted by: Tara | September 20, 2012 at 02:59 AM
I wish I could, I wish we were near, I would so love to play and see you, my dear! (we could do this all day, right, Shannon?)
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 20, 2012 at 06:56 AM
Im honored! By the way, is your name Jean or some variation on HillBill? Would like to be able to answer you properly, especially if you use words like awesomeness around me. :-)
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 20, 2012 at 06:59 AM
Should've fed them green eggs and ham. That would buy you a moment's stupefaction.
Posted by: Lady Jennie | September 20, 2012 at 11:21 AM
The Mom closed her eyes,
took a deep, cleansing breath.
She resisted the thought
Of her own peaceful death.
If I had to choose, it'd be that stanza that I love the best.
Her own peaceful death.
Shari: pls don't stop this Seuss talk. I like it a lot.
Posted by: Alexandra | September 20, 2012 at 03:04 PM
You rhymed "aplomb."
Marry me.
Posted by: Kristin | September 20, 2012 at 07:22 PM
So, so clever!
Posted by: Amanda | September 20, 2012 at 07:34 PM
I will. I do.
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 21, 2012 at 06:49 AM
Thank you, Amanda! Clever, forever, never, lever... Oy, I cant stop.
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 21, 2012 at 06:50 AM
I love every bit of this. Perfect.
Posted by: Nancy Davis Kho | September 21, 2012 at 10:06 AM
Thanks, The Nancy Davis Kho. And no, I dont hang out 24/7 waiting for comments which is why Im responding so quickly. Its only about 20/7.
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 21, 2012 at 10:09 AM
This is going to go viral. And I think you should get someone to illustrate it, like that "Go the F&%$ to Sleep" book that's a hit.
Posted by: sandy riccardi | September 21, 2012 at 11:47 AM
You are so, so, so good. Wow. I love this. So delightfully Seussian you are, Shari!
Posted by: Mod Mom Beyond IndieDom | September 21, 2012 at 04:11 PM
Thanks, MM! xxoo
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 21, 2012 at 08:20 PM
Well, thanks, Sandy. Know anyone who would like to illustrate six boogers and a butt in macncheese?
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 21, 2012 at 08:24 PM
Fantastic! And way less creepy that Martin Short does Ethel Merman.
Posted by: Ann | September 23, 2012 at 07:14 PM
Great job, and so much truth about motherhood in that bizarre, fantastic tale. and all day you didn't do anything that would make you need to request bail!
Posted by: Hillary | September 26, 2012 at 03:01 PM
Well done, Hillary!
Posted by: dusty earth mother | September 27, 2012 at 06:54 PM