The Land of Counterpane for Moms

When the kids are sick, 

You're in lock down.

Not enough puke buckets 

to go around.

No one can get to the toilet in time

even if they're standing right next to it,

You hate to yell and make to demands, 

but you've got to be kidding me with that shit!

Every time you hear your name,

you jump up to do damage control,

minimizing the radius of projectile things,

well, lets face it, that is your main goal.

With Lysol wipes you get every surface, 

going from one room to the next,

the only way to communicate with the outside world

 is only via text.

The books and toys covering the floor,

 seem to go on for miles.

The laundry, clean or dirty, 

only comes in piles.

You're so f*&^%$#  tired, 

you cannot stand the light,

God please don't let them throw up 

in the middle of the night. 

Because the thought of stripping one more bed 

or wiping up one more mess,

is giving you a migraine, 

you really must confess.

You take echinacea and airborne 

and all the herbal crap,

 give the kids unlimited i-pad

and yes, you can have that ap.

Lather on essential oils.

You hear that they are ace.

They better be as someone just puked 

then licked your face. 

And with every kid that you watch hurl, you kind of feel sick too.

You tell yourself you'll be fine but you know this ends with you.