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Each day on the Writing Mamas Daily Blog, a different member will write about mothering.If you're a mom then you've said these words, you've made these observations and you've lived these situations - 24/7.
And for that, you are a goddess.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
T'was the Night Before Mother's Day (The Mom's Abridged Version)
T'was the night before Mother's Day, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a--oh, wait there is a child stirring, she wants water, again! (She spilled the first cup...)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that someone would fold them and put them away where they belong, they've been hanging there a week!
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, (except the child who just spilled her second cup of water!) while visions of sugar-free plums danced in their heads. And Papa in his cap, and I in my 'kerchief, had just settled our brains for a long winter's... (What rhymes with 'kerchief?)
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. (And tripped over a toy truck left on the floor -- must I always put the toys away?) Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
This sash is dirty! That reminds me, I have to do the laundry in the morning.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
What? A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer? Am I seeing things -- again? I MUST BE SLEEP DEPRIVED! I have GOT to go to bed!
"Happy Mother's Day to all, and to all a good night!"
By Lisa Nolan
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The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that someone would fold them and put them away where they belong, they've been hanging there a week!
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, (except the child who just spilled her second cup of water!) while visions of sugar-free plums danced in their heads. And Papa in his cap, and I in my 'kerchief, had just settled our brains for a long winter's... (What rhymes with 'kerchief?)
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. (And tripped over a toy truck left on the floor -- must I always put the toys away?) Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
This sash is dirty! That reminds me, I have to do the laundry in the morning.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
What? A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer? Am I seeing things -- again? I MUST BE SLEEP DEPRIVED! I have GOT to go to bed!
"Happy Mother's Day to all, and to all a good night!"
By Lisa Nolan
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