Ode to Moms

"Ode to Moms"

Yes - it's true.

On any given day, we smell of spit-up and poo.

Vanity is a thing of the past,

just like a freshly changed diaper never lasts.

Our beauty sleep kicks into survival mode,

while in despair we stare at the piles of laundry to fold.

Self-time is almost non-existent,

and often times, we're stretched past the limit...

yet a mom loves every minute.

- Gracelynn's Mom

Hi Grandpa Snitker! I'm ready for work! Mom says I have to wear my overhauls because I'm growing out of my pants faster than she can keep up. :)

P.S. Anyone have a straw hat?