Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Cough, Sneeze, Sniffle, Drip, Drip (A Sad State Of Affairs)

Under the influence of cold medicine,
The world starts to spin again,
First, in slow motion feed,
Just warming up, just what I need,
Eyes open, head starts to clear,
More clearly I can hear,
The calls of mommy, tissue please,
The slight surprise in Sophie's sneeze.
Three colds, one house,
Now all quiet as a mouse,
Sleeping in their little beds,
Cool wash cloths on their heads,
Vicks Vapo Rub in the air,
Too much grease in my hair,
Too tired to cook, too tired to clean,
And we all know what that means,
Dishes to the ceiling, toys on the floor,
And then comes a sound at the door,
I took care of them all day long,
I love them, now don't get me wrong,
Honey what's for dinner, I say with a smile on my face,
While he shakes his head at the looks of this place.
Here's some juice that I bought for you,
Now, what else can I do?

4 comments:

Tammy said...

I loved this...did you write it? I would love to share it with my daughter...would you mind?
:-D

Kristen said...

Sounds like you're having a great few days! Great poem!

Trisha said...

tammy- I did write it and I don't mind you sharing with your daughter. Just remember to give credit where credit is due! I appreciate it!

Trisha said...

kristen- Glad to say things are getting better here. Now it is time to tackle the laundry and dishes!