Since I am a mother of 4 wonderful boys, a friend of mine found the poem and passed it on to me. I thought I would share it with you. It is very fitting.
Shoes in the kitchen, jeans on the floor
Basketballs lying at the back door
Living room carpet shows signs of wear
The fridge and the cupboards are constantly bare.
The toilet seat's up, it's stuck that way
The sports on TV blare all day
Legos, footballs, all kinds of toys
How did you guess, I'm the mother of boys.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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