Keep Your Snot to Yourself

My toddler is feeling poorly again, and now I have caught his cold. I’d been planning to write another post, and this little ditty came out instead. In November, when I first blogged a silly little poem, I thought it would be fun to write a regular poem to catch up on how my week/month had gone. I had obviously forgotten about this, but might give it a try. Here’s the first of many (or none).

I do love you, my dearest son

You are full of sweetness and purity

But now I wonder if this was a con

Lulling me into a false sense of security

This winter you’ve shown me the real you

With your non-stop tummy bugs and colds

I’ve been wiping your nose of snot and goo

Cleaning the poo from your chunky thigh folds

I want to get in my bed and cry

You’ve been coughing in my face

And yesterday you sneezed in my eye

My health is such a disgrace