The Sort of Thing That Happens to Mommies
by Delilah Coyne
Tromping through a messy room,
I carry a whining toddler to her impending doom.
It's naptime and she says she's not sleepy.
But I plop her in bed, exhausted and weepy.
She kicks and screams and throws a fit,
I just close her door and run for it.
As I make my escape, I'm blinded by pain!
The arch of my foot, the source of my bane.
There on the floor, amidst Barbies and Blue
a damned plastic Princess dress up shoe.
And of course, the heel is facing up.
Wouldn't you know it! Just my luck!
I stumble. I curse. I hop down the hall.
"I think it broke the skin!" I bawl.
Author's Note: I'm laughing about it now as I type this, but it hurt like hell.
Posted on 03/18/2006
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