Oh The Places You’ll Parent: From Spas to Laundry Rooms!

In your house, oh the places you’ll go,

From the bathroom retreat to the laundry room show.

Once a spa was a haven, a coffee shop treat,

Now the toilet’s your sanctuary, a quiet seat.

The floor was a dance stage, undies a sign,

Of nights filled with laughter, and glasses of wine.

But now it’s a jungle, of laundry so vast,

Socks in the shed, really, how long will this last?

Legos, they ambush your every step,

Morning marathons, school rush, oh the prep!

Lunchboxes with odors, no one can explain,

Homework folders vanish, but trash remains.

Gloves, hats, and coats, all in disarray,

And shoes! Oh, the shoes, never put away.

Why are showers like torture, bedtime a fight?

Yet these moments of quiet, they feel so right.

Gone are the days of “it’s five o’clock” cheers,

Replaced by 7:30, the best time for years.

A child’s hug, a smile, a simple hand-drawn card,

Lift you to the moon, though the day was hard.

But sass and back talk, oh how they can spin,

Your world upside down, from peace to din.

Parenting, a journey, a wild, beautiful ride,

Through trigger land, candy land, side by side.

Embrace the chaos, the love, and the woes,

For in the heart of parenting, true spirit shows.

From the depths of laundry to the heights of a hug,

Oh, the places you’ll parent, snug as a bug!