On the 15th day of Christmas...
On the 15th day of Christmas, my true loves gave to me:
15 temper tantrums
14 trips upstairs
13 doors a’slamming
12 cups in the sink
11 dodged attempts to administer medicine
10 toys to trip over
9 dirty diapers
8 wash cloths torn apart
7 google searches for mystery skin rash (official dx cellulitis)
6 minutes of suspicious quiet
5 snack requests (each)
4 loads of laundry
3 doses of Motrin
2 baths on the same kid in five minutes
And 1 ho-ole in the drywallllllllllllllllll
14 trips upstairs
13 doors a’slamming
12 cups in the sink
11 dodged attempts to administer medicine
10 toys to trip over
9 dirty diapers
8 wash cloths torn apart
7 google searches for mystery skin rash (official dx cellulitis)
6 minutes of suspicious quiet
5 snack requests (each)
4 loads of laundry
3 doses of Motrin
2 baths on the same kid in five minutes
And 1 ho-ole in the drywallllllllllllllllll
Alternative endings:
And 1 mom crying in the hall
And 1 fistful of poop on the shower wall
And 1 trip to Urgent Care (harder to sing that though)
And 1 mom crying in the hall
And 1 fistful of poop on the shower wall
And 1 trip to Urgent Care (harder to sing that though)
This was my day. I wish I was joking.
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