Once again I was treated to this when I took the clothes from the washer to the dryer. And to think I did clean out one pair of pant pockets before laundering.
I look at these and I just smile as I think of my sweet curious Chance collecting these treasures as he goes through out his day.
Raising Boys |
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I scrub the wall of fingerprints,
Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-
Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark,
Dirty dishes crowd the sink.
Just when they're washed and put away-
Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime
From pants worn thin and patched.
They look so very neat and clean-
Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride-
Just grateful it's not worse!
Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool.
They left the neighbor's faucet on-
See their new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy,
A reward at the end of my rope.
Raising boys isn't really bad-
But first I must wash the soap!
A rose can say I Love You,
Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist,
Oh my, that says it all!
...Roberta I. Teague |
3 comments:
oh thats hillarious, a couple weeks ago, the dryer sounded awfly loud while it was drying... I just kept thinking I missed taking a belt off of the boys pants... nope there were screws in there (did some damage to the clothes too) Kaden had put them in his pocket while helping Jared put in the new fence... good times!
I love that poem! The drinks part - soooo true - you are always running out of cups!
It's amazing what turns up in a washer! I love your festive blog layout. Karalene, you are truly an amazing lady. I'm glad I know you.
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