Earth paused its rotation in sheer contemplation of the boldness of such an act.
God in His glory laughed at the story of me getting clean; it’s a fact.
I took a shower.
Two little boys with plenty of toys decided they needed the others’.
Then shouting ensued along with some rude shoving and hitting of brothers.
I then heard a yell as my little girl fell from trying to fly like a fairy.
She then ran in fear, yelling in tears, “without you, mom, everything’s scary!”
I took a shower.
Little boy had to poo, then what did he do, but remove his diaper this minute.
With poop smearing here, and all over there, what did he do but walk in it.
One found a cabinet with pots and pans in it, and arranged them all on the floor.
The other found rice, and thought it was nice, to give it a little pour.
I took a shower.
I was desperate and dirty, not at all perty, so I did what any mom would.
I took a gamble, left the house in shambles, but I cleaned myself real good.