I'm sure you'll think this is JUST a poem, but the truth is.... this really was "A TYPICAL DAY" in my life when the kids were small.. cgc

A TYPICAL DAY Written by: Carol Cannon (copyrighted)

Dirty diapers, a Snotty Nose.
Grubby hands upon my clothes.
Chewing gum in Patrick’s hair;
no-one knows how it got there.
Paul Jr., gave his dad the slip,
fell off the fence and split his lip.
Paul Sr., says, (so I can hear)
“Sure could use another beer.”
Car parts soaking in my sink.
Someone dyed the hamster pink.
And don’t you know, it’s just my luck,
Aunt Suzie gave the kids a duck.
Kate’s nightgown hanging on a lamp.
Patrick’s more than a little damp.
Lipstick squashed into the rug.
Patrick tried to eat a bug.
The phone is out, my dryers broke.
This whole day has been a joke.
And you know, I have a hunch.
It will be the same after lunch.