Hey Look, a Poem!

Some bloggers have the foresight to write their posts out in advance, so they'll always have one ready. But not me. No, I fly by the seat of my pants and blog off the top of my head. Which means that if a.) there's nothing in my head, or b.) I get interrupted a bazillion times, there's no daily blog post. Today was one of those days that I tried and tried and tried to write a nice coherent post - but it's like some cosmic force is working against me. So I just dashed off a poem instead, based on this morning's actual events. Hope you enjoy it more than I did!

*ahem*

I wanted to blog - I sat down to do it -

But then I smelled poop, and I had to get to it.

A big diaper blowout, smushed all out the top,

Means additional laundry - the crap never stops.

I wanted to blog - I sat down to do it -

But the shelf got knocked over, and I had to get to it.

A busted-up plant pot, dirt coating the floor,

And the dog tracking through it just scattered it more.

I wanted to blog - I sat down to do it -

But then I heard splashing, and I had to get to it.

Two-year-old in the toilet, arms up to the pits,

Take a deep breath, Mommy, don't have a fit.

I wanted to blog - I sat down to do it -

But the dog wanted out, and I had to get to it.

'Cause when she needs to go, she doesn't wait,

And a puddle of pee I cannot tolerate.

I wanted to blog - I sat down to do it -

But the kids were too quiet, and I had to get to it.

If there's one thing I've learned, when my kids are around,

Sometimes silence is worse than the loudest of sounds.

I wanted to blog - I sat down to do it -

But life interrupted, and I had to get to it.

Squabbles to mediate, children to feed,

Dishes and laundry and phone calls and need.

I wanted to blog. I sat down to do it.

Here was my chance, so I had to get to it. 

A precious few minutes ticked by on the clock ...

And I still didn't blog. Damn you, writer's block!