TV for breakfast, you pick the cartoon,
stuck in the Water Cycle all afternoon.
Juice boxes thrown on the floor in a rage,
bite marks on cribs like you’re trapped in a cage.
Hot dogs and macaroni for dinner again,
swallow back swear words and try to be zen.
No biting, no hitting, no spitting out food,
no whining, no crying, no being rude.
Pick them up, drop them off,
please don’t tell me you have another cough.
To the doctor’s, to grandma’s, to the library and back,
to the park and the playdates, don’t forget snacks.
Mommy has work, let me check this blog,
play behind the couch while I finish this vlog.
We’ve got this, no problem, it’s in the bag,
we’re proud, we did it, it’s time to brag.
Pop the champagne, crack open a beer,
cheers to all of you Mothers of the Year.
Happy Mother's Day to all the other moms out there!
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