A runny nose, a stuffy head. I want to crawl back into bed. A hacky cough, a throat that's sore. I don't think I can take much more. A little gift from starting school. Hey Meredith, this kind of sharing isn't cool.
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Oh the woes of little mommies. Poor Dear. The sad thing is no matter how bad you feel, you can't stop because the kids never stop! Hope you feel better soon. At least you kept your sense of humor, LOVE the poem. Don't foget to disinfect your keyboard. Ha Ha
2 comments:
Oh the woes of little mommies. Poor Dear. The sad thing is no matter how bad you feel, you can't stop because the kids never stop! Hope you feel better soon. At least you kept your sense of humor, LOVE the poem. Don't foget to disinfect your keyboard. Ha Ha
You are a poet and didn't know it.
But your feet do, they are longfellows.
Hope you are better soon. Take some vitamin C and D.
Debra
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