Here are a few haiku that describe my life right now. I thought they'd be a perfect start to my new Poetry Wednesday segment.
Spit-up covers me.
Will I ever not smell sour?
Not today at least.
He looks so peaceful
I'll just lay him down right here...
Nope. He woke again.
Finally he's out.
Dishes? Laundry? Crafting? Rest?
No. Now Emma's up.
Anna
