I'm that type of mother

I'm that type of mother who

has a cat AND a dog.

In the house.

I have found a quarter of

a pb and honey sandwhich.

In my bed.

I have found a wee teeny

little girls hair clamp

In the margarine

and a bag of mini carrots

between the couch cushions.

I have streaks of green

washable marker on

my couch right now.

Lizzy the sheepdog

crapped on the

neighbors deck a

week ago.

Last week I also

found my good silverware spoon

in the bottom of the kiddie pool

and my good Tupperware cup

with the awesome lid

in the shop

with mold in it.
Right now there are chives
from G's little garden
wilting in the drawer
of containers.

Yesterday I found

my good sunday shoes

that I've been missing for

quite some time

in the attic toy box.

I change the girls sheets

depending on how the room smells.

My suitcase from our Mexico trip

is still in a corner in

our bedroom with odds

and ends in it.

I have a growing thrift store

pile in our room too.

That has to mean I'm a

little bit organized, right?!

I've allowed kittens to

be born inside the couch lining

and the cat to move her

kittens into a dresser drawer.

I've thrown some of the girls clothes

away due to being in the

dirty laundry too long and

grown a nice growth of mold.

Sometimes I find the

cat on the table

or tearing through garbage.

I step around dust piles

instead of taking the time

to sweep them up.

There is often a diaper

or two

or four

lying around.

There is even more

terrible things to tell.

 

I can't do everything. Do you still want to be my friend?

 

Jennifer Hodgson