Monday, August 25, 2008

School Dazed

A dozen spiral notebooks, all the wrong kind,
Eleven thousand trips to Wal-Mart,
Ten cheap-o ballpoint pens,
Nine and a half months of tasty, nutritious and crush-proof lunches,
Was that a sock the dog just ate?
Seven a.m. flat-iron emergency,
Six missing glue sticks,
Five dozen pencils with teeth marks and no eraser left,
Four papers that were supposed to be signed but it’s time to get in the car already,
Three ibuprofen,
Two kids fighting over:
One cell phone (for the one that starts high school).

It’s back-to-school season, and it looks like the mascots got together and threw a party in my living room.


Mary Witzl said...

Hey, you've just described our house perfectly! But it's not back to school day here -- it's moving day. Wish I could conjure up nine and a half months of packed lunches. And what's with all those pencils with teeth marks and no erasers, I wonder?

adrienne said...

Mary, good luck with your move! I have no such excuse for the way my house looks...

Carrie Harris said...

And a partridge in a pear tree! (I'm sorry; I just couldn't resist.)