Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning I’m up to start the feed.
Holy, Holy, Holy Merciful and Mighty!
God there’s too many kids in my vicinity!
Holy, Holy, Holy! All the saints adore me,
casting down their loads of crap around just to annoy;
My children and their children, I’m begging on bended knee
please someone come and take this task from me!
Holy, Holy, Holy! The darkness does not hide me,
the hand of every child is stealing from my pantry.
Only they are filthy; there is none more grimy.
A body in shower they have not seen in days.
Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Have Mercy!
Say my works are not in vain, they leave on Saturday.
Holy, Holy, Holy! God have mercy on me!
Lord, too many children in my vicinity!
My sister and her family are here. She has four boys that stair step my kids, we both have four year olds…..pause for a moment to listen to baby scream and me yell at children……
The great thing about the cousins coming is my kids just have a great time and I don’t have to do much but lay out food every few hours.
The wretched thing is the utter destruction 8 children running amuck in my house can cause. My broom has gone missing, there are clothes scattered like bread crumbs from the entry foyer (where one or more of my nephews has decided to camp) to each room in the house. Let’s not even talk about the bathrooms, just know that it is not safe to sit unless you want to have “Mountain Dew” on your..ahem.
My sister asked if she could leave the boys here while she and her husband go spend the night in a lovely bed and breakfast in wine country. I graciously agreed. @#$$#@! Urge not to complain, rant, rave.
Back to the trenches.