Twas the days before mommyhood
When all through the land
Not a creature was stirring
And time passed like sand.
The baby was sleeping
And nuzzled in tight
In the warmth of the womb
And resting all night.
When a decision was made
To focus on a goal
One surely not to fade
To stay with home with the foal.
My visions were grand
My views were enticing
With everything planned
It was all so exciting.
Then baby was born
And sleep was lost.
Wrinkled clothes soon were worn
And visions were tossed.
My visions of writerhood
Soon quick to diminish
As baby fastly stood
I found I was finished.
My plans of motherhood
Were fastly changing
As baby laid waste
To all things left hanging.
So for all of you who aspire
To be a stay at home mom
With dreams and desires
Take it from me and you’ll truly see
That baby makes waist to dreams of thee.