On the first day of Christmas my children gave to me a big fat headache.
On the second day of Christmas my children gave to me two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the third day of Christmas my children gave to me three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the fourth day of Christmas my children gave to me four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the sixth day of Christmas my children gave to me six empty potato chip bags, five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shout, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the seventh day of Christmas my children gave to me seven hand written apologies, six empty potato chip bags, five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the eighth day of Christmas my children gave to me eight visits to the pediatrician in a month, seven hand written apologies, six empty potato chip bags, five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the ninth day of Christmas my children gave to me nine spilled cups of juice, eight visits to the pediatrician in a month, seven hand written apologies, six empty potato chip bags, five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the tenth day of Christmas my children gave to me ten chocolaty smiles, nine spilled cups of juice, eight visits to the pediatrician in a month, seven hand written apologies, six empty potato chip bags, five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my children gave to me eleven giggles to die for, ten chocolaty smiles, nine spilled cups of juice, eight visits to the pediatrician in a month, seven hand written apologies, six empty potato chip bags, five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my children gave to me twelve lifetimes full of memories, eleven giggles to die for, ten chocolaty smiles, nine spilled cups of juice, eight visits to the pediatrician in a month, seven hand written apologies, six empty potato chip bags, five SLOPPY KISSES, four bad excuses, three screams and shouts, two messy rooms and a big fat headache!!!!!!!!!
Welcome to the hood, ladies…Motherhood that is!
