Too Much Dr. Seuss

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It is no secret to my family and closest friends that I tend to talk to myself…a lot (and sometimes with a British accent). I have full on conversations with myself while getting ready in the mornings. Sometimes playing out possible conversations or confrontations with other people. Sometimes just making a verbal to-do list for the day. When in the car alone, I like to converse with myself in the rear view mirror and sing the wrong lyrics to songs on the radio as loud as possible.

Our nightly routine of bedtime stories with my children usually consists of a Dr. Seuss book or two. I can recite One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish and There’s a Wocket in My Pocket almost word for word by memory. Lately, I have noticed my usual mumblings to myself have taken on a rhyming tone. Like this one composed while folding laundry tonight:

One sock, Two socks, No sock, Missing sock

This one has a little hole.

This one must go, go, go.

This one’s partner has run away.

This one was white and now it’s gray.     

                                                         

Yep, it’s time for a straight jacket.

I do not like the way I am.

I think motherhood is a scam.

I can’t remember anything.

All I do is sing, sing, sing.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

Next time won’t you sing with me?

My clothes are stained. My hair’s a mess.

My hair is falling out from stress.

McDonalds PlayPlace everyday,

My thighs weren’t meant to look this way.

Fast food prison, set me free.

A size 4 is what I’d like to be.

Yoga pants will have to do,

Until I lose a pound or two.

I do not like this lack of sleep.

It’s not working counting sheep.

Perhaps I’ll clean the house instead,

Before I lay down my head.

I’ll count the toys I put away,

Strewn about from all day play.

I’ll sneak a peek at little ones all snuggled in their beds,

With 15 toys around their heads.

Sleeping angels they appear to be

And for a moment I agree.

My morning begins again at 6 o’clock

And the crankiness is no shock.

We are not morning folk, you see

Coffee at sunrise is not for me.

And so the day’s routine begins,

Brushing teeth and wiping chins.

I’ll do it all again today

Wash and clean and sing and play.

And though motherhood may have fried my brain,

And I may be found legally insane,

I wouldn’t change a thing

No matter what today may bring.

Without a doubt, I am profoundly blessed

And being a Mommy is what I love best.