Thursday, July 27, 2006

Bad mama poetry

I'm not at my best
the house is a mess
The floor needs mopping
but I feel like sobbing.
The leftovers are aging
my hormones are raging
These are the days I just want to run.

1 comment:

Lavagirl said...

Bad Mama You ROCK!!!!!! I saw that right away and said YYYESSSSS someone understands me....been there and still doing that!!!!