Mr. Mom

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    Mr. Mom
    wake up in the morning, a fresh new start
    but your wallet's on the floor, all torn up
    miniwheats on the table, and milk on the floor
    underwear on the knob, toothpaste on the door
    "how did a banana peel get on the ceiling?"
    "I need pepto, to cure what i'm feeling!"
    butter on fingers and soap in the hair
    but no one knows, how it got there!
    clean all day, following behind
    all of your things, on the floor you will find
    FINALLY, the kids are in bed
    but then it happens, the one thing you dread
    the bed is wet, one wants a drink
    a story, a teddy, no time to think.
    now it's all done, and the day is complete
    go and find some ice cream to eat
    time to relax, for Mr. Mom, no more cleaning
    alas i was wrong, just one more thing
    i'm sure they are right, it's just an accident
    but all of the spoons, are in the heater vent!

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    Worthless commented on Mr. Mom

    10-22-2010

    I've wrote things simular to this. I beleive I've posted at least one. Kids do and say the darndest things.. Love it!
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    ginga commented on Mr. Mom

    06-20-2009

    A day in the life of a busy Father. I am worn down just keeping up with this one. A very good job letting us know what a hectic life that is. Ginga
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    UnworthyFather commented on Mr. Mom

    06-16-2009

    Wonderful, humorous portrait of parenthood!! Superb imagery. I could just see 'Mr. Mom' wiping his brow, kids in bed, about to plop on the couch and grab the remote, when echoes a call...DAD!!! Thank you for sharing. Really enjoyed.
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    soulwriter commented on Mr. Mom

    06-07-2009

    Well Mr Cinderfella - sounds as if you have it all under control. Practice makes perfect and too you had a perfect ending, though with children it never ends -- once we have children our lives are never our own and we wouldnt have it any other way. Thanks for sharing one of your days through written voice. Write on!
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    Stark commented on Mr. Mom

    04-23-2009

    this was great :P I love the last couple of lines especially. You might have scared me away from having kids though :P
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