Thursday, March 13, 2008

Here I sit broken hearted...

I was trying to relax (read blogs) when the fighting started.

Cup o' Joe in one hand, mouse in the other,

Somedays I think why did I want to be a Mother?

"SHUT UP" she screamed,

"IDIOT" she cried.

Would it be so horrible if I pretend that I've died?

And What Melodious words I do hear?

Like beautiful poetry to a Mother's ear?

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, YOUR SO STUPID"

"SHUT UP I SAID YOU STUPID POOP-HEAD"

It makes a Mother's heart swell with such pride, to hear her young daughters sweetly confide;

"YOUR THE WORST SISTER IN THE WORLD, YOU HURT ME INSIDE."

"YEAH, WELL I HATE YOU, I'M GLAD THAT YOU CRIED."

If I didn't have dishes from a week ago, I'd run away to Mexico.