I remember getting ready to hit the town for some fun Friday night shenanigans back in my hay day. Now my Friday night's resemble screaming kids, laundry, dishes, dinner, and hopefully a glass of wine.
Katy Perry's got nothing on a Mom's Friday night.
There's a child in my bed.
Might be urine by my head.
Diapers all over the room.
Is that glitter, get the broom?
I smell like a barnyard.
Husband passed out on flash cards.
Barbie's naked on the floor.
What's this sticky film on the door?
Pictures of my kids.... Ended up online. I'm a Mom!
Oh Well.
It's a whacked out life.
But I signed up I'm the wife.
Damn.
Last Friday night...
Yeah, we put the kids to bed.
All the screaming hurt my head.
No one slept, I should have fled.
Last Friday night.....
Yeah, we spanked all of the kids.
Hurt my foot on a sippy cup lid.
So I had a glass of wine.
Last Friday night...
Kids came streaking through the room.
Chased them with the wooden spoon.
Then I had some more wine.
Last Friday night...
Yeah I may have broke the law.
DCF no need to call.
I just tripped over a doll.
This Friday night....
Do it all again!
This Friday night
Fill my glass again!
Here's to plenty more Friday nights like this one.
Meredith is a work from home mother of three who writes about the inappropriate side of marriage and motherhood on her blog at thatsinappropriate.net. She is also a contributor on the parenting team at today.com, and The Huffington Post.
