I started on my email this week. I use Outlook so I can keep emails forever, and ever. I ran across this one I wrote to a friend when Hotrod was about 14 months old. It is a reminder of my state of mind with a baby/toddler in the house. Now I am no poet laureate, I was a sleep deprived mommy.
I wake up each morning looking for fun,
Put on my shoes and I am ready to run.
Mommy fixes me breakfast to help me go,
That will last me, oh, bout and hour or so.
I play and play and she puts things out of my reach,
But ha, ha the jokes on you cause I grow 10 inches each week.
I play so hard and hate taking my naps.
But I play so hard I am down in seconds flat.
When Daddy comes home I’m full of cheer,
And mommy collapses, I think looking for a beer.
At bath time I splash and I play,
And I start to get fussy cause it’s the end of the day.
They rock me to sleep but I’m just foolin’ them
Surprise, Mom and Dad I’m awake at 2 AM.
Finally I go down without a bother