She'll leap through the door with smile, with giggle, with vision for the day, with energy of 500 acrobats, with new trucks for the boys, with dark chocolate m&m's.
My mom is coming.
Soon the counters will be cleared of dishes full of uneaten food.
My mom is coming.
The dishwasher will be emptied and refilled to the brim.
My mom is coming.
Fever-reducing medicines will be consolidated. Mail will be sorted. Late bills will be located. Bags of dirty diapers hurled to the outside can.
My mom is coming.
Jackets, trash, used tissues, water bottles, toys will be removed from my kitchen counters. Puzzle pieces will be reunited from under the entertainment center.
My mom is coming.
Diapers will be changed more quickly, the boys' rooms will be swept of dust balls.
My mom is coming.
The boys will be happier by her Teflon presence. They'll laugh more, cry less, their noses will probably even respond by drying up.
My mom is coming.
I'll get a nap, a cooked meal, hear about how I did this to her during days of old.
My mom is coming.
I'll run around less, sit more, get frustrated less, laugh more.
My mom is coming.
My mom is coming, my mom is coming, my mom is coming!!
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3 comments:
Hallelujah!!!!
To save the day!
Great post, hope that you really do enjoy your time together.
Hurrah! Hurrah! (Please tell Carlotta that I am totally picturing her in a cape and boots. And they are VERY becoming!)
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