My kid’s FRIENDS THEMSELVES are using the advanced torture techniques. They’ve been told that they may not come over til 2 weeks after my surgery. Yet they keep calling several times a day and asking my son if they can come over. DO NO OTHER PARENTS BUT ME TEACH BOUNDARIES RESPECT ANY MORE?????
I was going to say “But, it’s not Monday yet” until I realized that it actually is. It’s amazing how a long, holiday weekend can confuse you. BR/BR/Anyway, great poem.
LOL! Considering I just spent 13 hours in the car with my children after an entire week with them in a tiny one bedroom apartment… I feel your PAIN. “Mom, she’s touching me.” “Mom, she’s got her head on my pillow.” “Mom, She ate the last fruit roll up!”BR/BR/I imagine the words scratched upon the sole of a shoe and then tossed over a fence – much like an empty bottle floating in the sea… the poor shoe with its tearful message sits forlorn on the curb… *sob* It was a good shoe too.
GOD!!! YES!!!BR/BR/The three year old and 12 year old are okay–though demanding. But 8 makes me beg for mercy–or a strong drink–at least once a day.BR/BR/Is summer almost over yet?BR/BR/Hugs, great poem!!BR/BR/anna
ROFLBR/BR/You’re in Florida and the Kids are off school now are they?BR/BR/Mine is. It’s only been one day, and they’ve extended the holidays this year to go onto the same timetable as northern schools (starting later in Aug not early Aug).BR/BR/I think I might head to the doc and get him to refill not only the wellbutrin but add in a side of Xanax.
“Help!BR/I am being held BR/PrisonerBR/in my own home BR/by my children”BR/BR/Emily Veinglory, your image of the paper tossed from the window added a whole other dimension to it!BR/BR/Compact and poignant even within the humour. Keep ’em coming, Susan.
Robin L. Rotham
May 28, 2007 1:44 pm
Whoa, can I ever relate to this, LOL! My youngest, especially, is already a pro at making me scream for mercy.
Rhian / Crowwoman
May 28, 2007 3:04 pm
Holy cow! Between you and Emily I’m snorting my BLT while choking on laughter! Awesome poem!
Ann
May 28, 2007 3:10 pm
Great poem. Thanks for the laugh.
Emily Veinglory
May 28, 2007 3:16 pm
I imagine it written on a crumpled piece of paper tossed out an attic window…
Dewey
May 28, 2007 3:33 pm
My kid’s FRIENDS THEMSELVES are using the advanced torture techniques. They’ve been told that they may not come over til 2 weeks after my surgery. Yet they keep calling several times a day and asking my son if they can come over. DO NO OTHER PARENTS BUT ME TEACH BOUNDARIES RESPECT ANY MORE?????
Chris
May 28, 2007 3:48 pm
Very funny!
Thomma Lyn
May 28, 2007 5:17 pm
HEE!! Love the poem.
karen!
May 28, 2007 6:35 pm
I was going to say “But, it’s not Monday yet” until I realized that it actually is. It’s amazing how a long, holiday weekend can confuse you. BR/BR/Anyway, great poem.
Joy Renee
May 28, 2007 7:23 pm
lol. sparked memories of certain babysitting jobs, memories that haunt my nightmares to this day.BR/BR/this is my first ride on the Monday Poetry Train: http://joystory.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-poetry-train-1.html
Rashenbo
May 28, 2007 9:35 pm
LOL! Considering I just spent 13 hours in the car with my children after an entire week with them in a tiny one bedroom apartment… I feel your PAIN. “Mom, she’s touching me.” “Mom, she’s got her head on my pillow.” “Mom, She ate the last fruit roll up!”BR/BR/I imagine the words scratched upon the sole of a shoe and then tossed over a fence – much like an empty bottle floating in the sea… the poor shoe with its tearful message sits forlorn on the curb… *sob* It was a good shoe too.
Penina
May 28, 2007 9:45 pm
OH YEAH!BR/BR/This is the Mommy’s National Anthem, or at least it should be.
cheesygiraffe
May 29, 2007 8:28 am
I agree with Penina. It should be the Mommy’s National Anthem. 😉
Anna J. Evans
May 29, 2007 8:32 am
GOD!!! YES!!!BR/BR/The three year old and 12 year old are okay–though demanding. But 8 makes me beg for mercy–or a strong drink–at least once a day.BR/BR/Is summer almost over yet?BR/BR/Hugs, great poem!!BR/BR/anna
Andrew
May 29, 2007 12:20 pm
The last three lines…LOL! Just don’t feed them sugar, Susan, and they’ll get tired in only a few days. 😀
Amy Ruttan
May 29, 2007 7:00 pm
LOL!!!!!!BR/BR/Ya, me too. Then I go to the EDJ and the Lawyers there are like children, so I get it 24 /7.
littlebirdblue
May 29, 2007 7:35 pm
It’s like ‘letter in a bottle’ poetry.
Anne Douglas
May 29, 2007 9:17 pm
ROFLBR/BR/You’re in Florida and the Kids are off school now are they?BR/BR/Mine is. It’s only been one day, and they’ve extended the holidays this year to go onto the same timetable as northern schools (starting later in Aug not early Aug).BR/BR/I think I might head to the doc and get him to refill not only the wellbutrin but add in a side of Xanax.
julia
May 29, 2007 9:40 pm
“Help!BR/I am being held BR/PrisonerBR/in my own home BR/by my children”BR/BR/Emily Veinglory, your image of the paper tossed from the window added a whole other dimension to it!BR/BR/Compact and poignant even within the humour. Keep ’em coming, Susan.
Alyssa Goodnight
May 29, 2007 11:57 pm
Good one! I can relate, particularly now that summer has officially started…
RED GARNIER
May 30, 2007 1:12 am
LOL!!! I’m late but had to comment on this awesome poem!! Great job, Susan!
Katkat
May 30, 2007 8:01 am
I think my son has been taught that too. lol great poem!
scooper
May 30, 2007 9:29 am
Are my kids over there?
spyscribbler
May 30, 2007 11:43 am
Oh! That is FUNNY! And so TRUE! Thanks for the great poem!
Marcia (MeeAugraphie)
May 30, 2007 5:49 pm
Ok, find a melody writer to put this to music so we an all sing it together to our kids — repeatedly.
RomanceWriter
June 5, 2007 1:52 am
LOL. I have been there.
writerwoman
October 2, 2007 12:15 pm
LMAO. I love this one.