The Great and Random Ramblings of Cannwin

To the tune of "Your Happy Birthday" Today is such a scary day my children are at home I'd really like to celebrate but they're at home with me Today is such a dreary day my children are all sick I'd really like to take a nap but they're all here with me Oh, Vicbowin's at 101* and Remewin's a mess. I'd really like to clean the house... Nah, I think I'll just go grab my book.

The loudest thing I've said so far today: "For heaven's sake, he said 'stop!'" Vicbowin keeps shouting for me from the other room, and although I have told her that my hollaring back scares the baby, she continues to shout. Other interesting tidbits of my day. The Mischievite is yet again in a dress. He's also running around shouting ' By the power of Gray-Skull! ' while his older brother chases him and growls like a tiger or perhaps a bear... or maybe just a rabid dog. I read a great poem last night. Vicbowin, bless her little intelligent heart, wasn't to pleased with it and shouted, "MOM!" in the middle of my reading it aloud. She didn't like the content. Invictus by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance ...

Grumpy mom so full of woe Where did all my slumber go? Turn off the light! Please close the door... I'd like five minutes more to snore. Grumpy mom so full of woe Where did all the shampoo go? Turn on the light! And close the curtain I want a minute to be a woman. Grumpy mom so full of woe Where did all the naptimes go? Quit flicking the lights! What do you need? I only want some time to read. Grumpy mom so full of woe Where did all my ME time go?

There's a hair in my bowl There's some hair on my coat There's so much hair in the tub -that it's starting to float. There's pills for my health There's pills for depression With a dime for each pill -I could end the recession. My chest is all sore My skin is all saggy I wish that my clothes -were a little bit baggy. I wake up at one I wake up at four I wake up at every -stupid creak in the floor. I changed clothes last month I showered last week As you can imagine -I'm starting to stink. There's toys on the floor There's laundry in piles Sometimes I just wish -I could sleep for awhile. I went to the store Took the baby along I thought that I'd... That I'd... z z z z z z z z

My 7 year old girl is at it again... Her imagination is enough to give one pause. Here's what she handed me yesterday with a proud smile of accomplishment and a "Mom, I wrote a poem, see." Haunted A poem by Vicbowin I have no friends Because my mom was killed by a gangster My dad ran away for a trip But never returned My friends were haunted My dog got buried My hamster died The only friend I have is my parrot. What am I going to do with her?

The kids are off The kids are away It's time for me to enjoy my day But my throat is sore My back is aching I think my cell phone might be breaking My mood is rotten My temper is short For my blog I have zilch to report No funny stories No clever antics Just a mom whose frizzled and frantic So enjoy the weekend Enjoy the sun (if you can find it) Then come back on Monday for more blogging fun ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- However for a good laugh go here .

Oh noisy night so full of sound Why are there so many bugs around? The crickets sing, the other things click It's so much noise it makes me sick Oh noisy night without the cars It would be nice to watch the stars... In silence, in quiet, in peaceful contemplation Instead I hear your insect nation! Oh noisy night should I complain If your little friends outside remain? I don't mind as long as I don't see Your creepy, crawly creatures anywhere near me.

To a long day: Goodbye long day I'm not sad to say That I'm glad to see you go away It's been nice and it's been fun But now I'll just have to run You've worn me out you've worn me through And now it's time to be done with you I've packed that box I've packed that bag I'm starting to feel like an old old hag Next time you come be sure to remember Unwelcome guests foul up my temper Goodbye long day I'm happy to say It's nice to see you go away I think my theme for August will be poetry. Anyone want to join in?