Daily Mantra:
Sick
{by:shel.silverstein}
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
Well...Mikki is home sick today. I got up this morning to her screaming
and went into her room, only to find that she had thrown
up all over her blankets. This is the joy of motherhood at its best, I think. After a clean up, a hug, and a made up bed on the couch
I gave her a bowl and pleaded in a quiet, severe, and sleepy tone of voice,
"Please...please,if you have to throw up, use this."
I stumbled back up the stairs, crawled into bed, and rested my head on the pillow. A half hour later...a knock at the door.
"Mommy, Mommy, I did it...I threw up in the bowl."
Yippee.
by amanda.b.
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