Hey fiddle diddle,
When you’ve got one or more littles,
Your life goes straight to the loon.
You’re always on your feet,
You never get to sleep,
And your social life becomes a deflated balloon.
At all times you’re tired,
The chaos is on fire,
And the cup ran away with the spoon.
The little ones cut teeth,
For well over a week,
And I may have wrung the neck of a well known goose.
Hey diddle diddle,
Was the cat on the fiddle?
And then the mum jumped over the moon.
(Thank you CoComelon, mother goose, and every other child rhyme - without you I’d have been driven insane long ago!)
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Hope Martin
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I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.
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Epilogue
I sat in my office, twisting the wooden ring that Leon had carved for me on my finger. I was uncomfortable, hot, and cranky. And I was bored. Leon was making me a cup of tea in the adjoined kitchen. Estrakulius was resting peacefully next to me against the desk. I had taken up residence in CiCi’s old office as it was easier than moving everything into mine. It had been interesting to find things about CiCi after she was gone. It made me feel like she was still here and comforted me. And she was right, all of the millions and millions of reports were very helpful, no matter how much I hated them.
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This is such a nice and funny poem! I loved it!
I think I should call my mom and give her a very long and meaningful apology...