Our Rainy Day

From the moment I woke up this morning,
Bam, my attitude was there without warning.
Now, I’m still getting up one time a night,
To feed and change Molly and back to bed alright.
But the past few nights after that 4am wakeup call,
Going back to sleep til seven, I cannot fall.
So I’m tired and groggy and expected to do so much,
Right off the bat - changing sheets, clothes, bathing and such.
Today the patience just wasn’t at all there,
An underlying tension and on occasion, a mean stare.
So why in the heck did I think to venture out?
That was some kind of mistake, without a doubt.
But it’s rainy and we were all feeling cooped up.
Even with all the laundry and cleaning the kitchen - I was a busy pup.
Out to the truck I headed with the diaper bag and my purse,
But where are my keys? Guess I need to find them first.
Finally after an extensive search, I found them in the truck at last.
Pack up Molly and the boys and got outta here fast.
The first store we ran to I had an exchange to make,
A baby gift, that I won’t lie was ugly, I had to for Molly’s sake.
After feeding Molly in the truck quick before we headed in,
I had a plan of attack for the downpour of rain, but it was a no-win.
Get to the customer service counter only to find out,
“This outfit was purchased and on clearance years ago,” the woman gave me a pout.
Great, just great, as the timeline ran thru my brain.
The girl who gave it to me has a 2 year old daughter… insane?
Nope, she must have received it and thought it was ugly too,
So on to me, a re-gifted ugly gift, I took a store credit in lieu.
And I wonder why time can’t at times give me more gap,
For right at that same moment I have Mikie give me a tap,
“I have to go pee pee” all while starting to pull down his pants,
“Mikie, don’t pull them down, we’re in the middle of the store, you can’t!”
So into the restroom rush, rush, rush,
Change Mol’s pants all without a fuss.
Back out into the store and on the hunt for some costumes,
Found one for Mikie quick, but Jack “can’t find one,” he booms.
So we got Mikie’s from that store and went out again in the rain,
Honestly, by the time we were in the truck, I thought I was going insane.
On to the other store, a huge toy store at that,
Fortunately the costumes are right in front by the door mat.
We found the one Jack wanted rather quickly,
He’s pretty selective, doesn’t like anything prickly.
After a quick tour of the store back out in the rain we did go,
Loading all 3 kids in the truck and off, well hoping so…
Hoping is what I was but hope won’t buckle it for me,
The boys’ seatbelts are in this constant locking phase, it ticks us off you see.
I try to maintain my calmness while watching from the rearview mirror up front.
“Getting irritated won’t buckle it for you,” I say with a soft voiced subtle punch.
But I know from my own experience that irritation is certainly caused,
And putting the truck into drive and heading out is always paused.
Mikie just couldn’t get his so out of the truck I had to climb.
Open up Molly’s side door and hunch over her seat to be kind.
But wouldn’t you know I couldn’t get the darn seatbelt either and so I said,
“…SHIT!” as I pulled on it and with a look on my face, all while turning red,
“You shouldn’t say shit, Mom, it’s a naughty word.”
Why at times like this are the kids absurd? :)
Too funny and as I look at Mikie… I laugh,
“Yes, that is naughty Mikie,” as I let go of my wrath.
Back on the road we head and to McD’s we find.
I had a coupon and we were hungry, I knew the boys wouldn’t mind.
Rather than tackle the freaking seatbelts again,
I pull over and get out to give them the food from within.
Wouldn’t you know I couldn’t get the chocolate milk to open?
When I finally did and all without cursing, I saw it as a token.
Well that was until it splashed all over my nice khaki pants I hardly wear,
With the wind a gustin’ and wouldn’t you know, there went my hair.
Maintaining a fake squinty smile as I climbed back in the truck,
Man, those fries sure tasted good, my weight loss plans ran a muck!
Finally back home and it was time for Molly to eat,
Did I mention she was an angel while we were out, so sweet?
Feeding her and burping along the way,
But all of a sudden, she had something to say.
YACK came the formula right back up and in perpetual motion,
All over her, me, the couch like a big flow of lotion.
“Jack! Come here right away, JACK!?” I yell from the couch,
“What do you want Mom,” is the response I get from the tired grouch.
“Come down here now bud, I need you now,” I say in a tone,
“What is it you want?” he asks from up the steps in a kind of moan.
By this point I am fuming and yelling “get me a towel right now!”
What does it take to get me what I need, holy cow?!
As the boys both come to my rescue about 3 minutes too late,
The cushion on the couch, my pants and Molly’s shirt had met their fate.
Off to change her yet again while waddling from my soaked pants,
I had to laugh and shake my head at the time… the circumstance.
For today has simply been just one of those days,
But as for now I can take a deep breath and say,
“Whew!” As I sit here in my robe (all my pants are in the dryer),
All three of our beautiful God given children are sleeping, something any mom would admire. :)