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Now, What Was I Saying?

Instead I run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off,

Or like your typical pre-schooler,

And write a paragraph here, a tweet there,

Wash a load of laundry,

But don’t fold it.

DAILY SNACK

I have at least half a dozen posts-in-progress

On the go right now.

There’s one on bath phobia and one on full-day kindergarten.

There’s the biggie about religion,

And a couple reviews.

There’s some Playground-worthy events that I need to list,

And a post about why we need to take care of ourselves.

Instead, though.

Instead I run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off,

Or like your typical pre-schooler,

And write a paragraph here, a tweet there,

Wash a load of laundry,

But don’t fold it.

Run the dishwasher,

But never empty it.

. . .

Okay, so Colum’s pants are on,

Now where was I?

By Rebecca Cuneo Keenan

Rebecca Cuneo Keenan is a writer who lives in Toronto with her husband and three children.