T’was the night before midterm,
And all through the schools,
The walls were adorned,
With witches and ghouls,
The teachers were smiling,
At the thought of a break,
While the parents they pondered
What childcare route to take,
The children were dreaming,
Of Zombies in beds,
While visions of pumpkins,
Danced in their heads,
And Halloween planning,
Of costumes galore
With make up and masks,
Were right at the fore,
Of every child’s thoughts,
As the big day drew near
With the hope of creating,
A real sense of fear,
In every poor neighbour,
They’d encounter and meet,
When they called to their door
And said “trick or treat”,
Then return home with bags,
Filled with sweets and crisps plenty,
Try to eat them all quickly,
Until it is empty,
So the sugar filled kids,
You can picture the scene,
Won’t be sleeping that night,
Have a Happy Halloween! 🎃
Month: October 2016
Because mums are people too!
 Another weekend is drawing to a close and though there’s the usual mountain of “stuff†to be sorted, Halloween and all its excitement is just around the corner – as is another mum’s night out. So if my friends are reading remember – that night is set in stone, not to be cancelled except in the occurrence of an Act of God. My sanity depends on it – no pressure! 😉
Sunday is not a weekday!
Knowing I had a prior commitment on Sunday afternoon and that the rest of the day would undoubtedly be spent preparing for the week ahead, I tried to avoid any suggestion of the decorations going up then either. And so it came to pass that the decorations didn’t go up and I spent the day washing uniforms (and a million and one other items of clothing). The usual preparation for lunches and the search for single missing school shoes took place and I realised that Sunday has sneakily once again assumed its place as “preparation day†instead of day off.
 There is one more weekend until the mid-term officially begins and I am determined to figure out a way to reclaim some of future Sundays anyway. How – I have no idea yet, but I am intent on stopping Sunday from morphing into yet another work/school day. In the meantime I have resorted, as all good parents do, to bribery, in the shape of Halloween buns, to buy me a little time to get sorted and to beg forgiveness for my blood oath swearing promise comment of “we’ll seeâ€.
An Ode to Breastfeeding
There’s nothing can compare,
As long as practiced discreetly of course,
So people, they won’t stare,
Cos you might put them off their food,
If Boobies they did see,
While trying to have a wrap or roll,
With their coffee or their tea,
And even if your baby cries,
With hunger for a feed,
Find somewhere out of people’s gaze,
A toilet, if you need,
After all the comfort of mum and babe,
Is very important too,
And baby will still enjoy their lunch
Surrounded by wee and poo,
Exhibitionist mums, please be aware,
And think of others’ feelings,
Don’t whip ’em out for all to see,
Directing gazes to the ceilings,
Cos Boobs are fine for porn and mags,
For Ads and T.V maybe,
The only time they cause offence,
Is when you’re feeding baby!