I am three times over a Mother Dear, :: I understand the joy, the love, the fear. :: Three little people have changed my life :: and left me with joy, and love and strife. :: My clothes have been puked on, my arm has had poo :: I've cleaned up more pee than I ever knew :: I've said things to them I never thought I'd say, :: like "No, your sister can't be put away." :: or "Yes, you have the same daddy." :: and "It's tacky to pee near the golf caddy." :: My hair has turned grey, my eyes have bags :: My wardrobe is yoga pants and shirts that are rags :: I have been pregnant or nursing for more than four years :: I can't even count the missed cocktails and beers. :: But I love my children more than they'll ever know :: Each day I see them change and grow :: I'm thrilled with my life, despite the strain :: I've learned to find joy in even the mundane. :: I hope your day is perfectly swell :: I'll be ordering room service at a hotel.
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