health, mommyhood, self care (or lack thereof)

The Limerick

There once was a Mom who was sick,
From cleaning up way too much ick,

She did her best to recover,
Staying under the covers,

Reduced to writing bad limericks.

It’s all I got besides a nasty case of the flu. That’s why you all must pray for my recovery or this may become a blog of short, delusional poems.