The day after Mother’s Day…all celebrating done.
The children all messy.
My hair in “the bun”!
The day after Mother’s Day…it is really true.
The children, once again, forget all about you (me too!).
The day after Mother’s Day…my coffee is old.
No one made me breakfast.
Everyone has a cold!
The day after Mother’s Day…it is really true.
Mother’s Day High…Like the sugar-rush flu!
The littles are crying – the teen is a mess.
PE clothes forgotten, the kitchen (don’t ask!).
The day after Mother’s Day…it comes all too soon.
Will our flowers last…Will they still bloom?
We need the reminders.
Oh, yes, it’s true…
That we do more than wipe bottoms.
And wash hands after poo.
The day after Mother’s Day…
It is not as divine.
Because they didn’t make breakfast or write me a rhyme.
They forgot about yesterday and my crown of glue and gold.
Sparkles and glitter.
Like I said—(big EMPHASIS) my coffee has gone cold!
But the day after Mother’s Day, they are still all mine.
And even though the windows are dirty (just like their behinds), I will remember to choose to smile because I know that it’s true…
Next year they will celebrate me, their mother, too!
(Right???)
Only 364 more days to prepare me a treat.
Hop to it, you children…
While I put up my feet!
-Insert: Crash; Bang; Boom-
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Happy Day After Mother’s Day!
(smile and wink)
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