Occasionally I have one of those mornings, or periods of
time, where the whole situation seems hilarious to me, and I just break forth
into “blog” or “poem” or both in this instance.
I originally wrote this poem just for the amusement of my
husband and me since we’re probably the only ones that would understand it or
think it’s funny. But as he read it and I
re-read it we just felt like it needs to be shared.
Why? Well, because it
speaks so (non) eloquently of the human nature.
We’ve all been in these situations before – we may not actually confess
to saying a bad word, getting frustrated or whatever, but let’s face it –
REALITY is hilarious! We have all had those crazy mornings or days where everyday
life just happens. At the time it doesn’t seem so funny but, when we look back
on it we see that we wouldn’t have been able to make this stuff up – even if we
tried! And when it takes place in the midst of the holly jolly holidays – it’s
just even funnier!
Let me give you some background about our evening/morning
that inspired the following poem so that you will understand it….
·
First of all, there must be a dead mouse in the crawl
space…or so says our noses (enough said).
·
Secondly, Jr. High homework may be the death of
all of us – especially this African project our daughter has been doing for
days for Social Studies.
·
Thirdly,
Boy #1 is home for the holidays and making himself at home and making us laugh
with his funny noises and voices and annoying his little sister.
·
Fourthly,
Joel is very frustrated by a certain situation going on in the news right now.
So, much so that this morning a potty word slipped out when he saw a report on
it as he was leaving for work. It’s okay
to admit it – we’ve all had those little slip ups now and then. Okay, well
except for my mother in law. She once
said “Shoot” in front of the children and apologized profusely. So, if you’re as saintly as my mother in law,
well then, God love ya!
·
Fifthly – daughter heard said potty word and
marveled that it came from Father’s lips.
Like any good Christian wife I texted my husband to let him know how he
had wronged the child. He apologized to
her over the phone. She didn’t really
seem to care – she was just annoyed that he was taking time away from the
African Social studies project that she NEVER…DID…COMPLETE!
·
Sixthly – I spent the morning correcting dad,
keeping girl on task, trying to get out of the door in time to get her to
school and then to work on time – hoping, hoping I won’t be late!! Only to
realize when I finally make it to work that I don’t have my purse!
As I was rushing to get to the office, Christmas carols
played in the background and I chuckled to myself when I heard the singer
crooning about “Peace on Earth”! I was
thinking… “Hey…If you find, this, “Peace on Earth”, tell it to look us up – not
much peace happening over at the Mishler’s this morning”! And like I typically do after the storm hits
– I laugh!! And so this little poem was
written to commemorate this Chaotic morning in the midst of the “The most
wonderful time of the year”!
Merry *#$@%^ Christmas
Twas 9 days before
Christmas and all through the house
Arose the stench of a
stinky dead mouse
And, I in my black
jammies, went to bed
While the girl
crammed African homework facts into her head
Homework was still
scattered when morning dawned
I prepared eggs while
Daddy sat and yawned
Then suddenly on TV
there arose something absurd
Causing daddy to drop
a very naughty word
Then emerged the girl
with eyes full of wonder
Homework yet to do
and now a new word to ponder
Then on the phone, to
the girl, the dad did apologize
While she still
rubbed the sleep from her eyes
She labored over
homework, with toast on a plate
And I am afraid, to
work, I’ll be late
While over in the
kitchen stood a half-naked son
Oh when or when will
this homework get done!
As the son made
breakfast filling the house with smoke
He had time to
squeak, squeal and crack a few jokes
With homework
unfinished and a half combed fro
Out in the frigid
morning we finally go
I zoom to the school
with no time to lag
When the girls says
“Oh No, I forgot my cheer leading bag”
Half naked son gets a
call from me
Taking her bag to
school he nicely agrees
Pulling into work, I
realize – I’ve forgotten my purse
Oh Good Grief now
it’s my turn to curse!
Home again and then
back to work alright
Merry *@$%^ Christmas
to all and to all a good *@&%^ night!
This is proof that we're not always grumpy - Merry Christmas Everyone! |
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