Extreme Parent Christmas

Extreme Parent Christmas | The Mama On The Rocks

The children were nestled after bounding around,
And surviving a two hour epic meltdown.

The mom she was tired, her coffee was cold.
After readying for Christmas she felt 80 years old.

The stockings were hung with command hooks–no fuss,
And she balanced the Reese’s with a brand new tooth brush.

She’d wrapped the last present and baked the last pie,
So she settled down for Netflix, rubbing her eyes.

The kids would wake up soon–before the sun
And she’d slouch to the tree in her messy mom bun.

She’d yawn and she’d stretch under twinkling lights,
In that singular second–no meltdowns or fights.

Mama just smiled because deep down she knew
That this moment’d go quickly and they’d be yelling by noon.

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