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We started a new series in Sunday school today about the Time-Starved Marriage. Our homework this week is to record what we each do during the day and share that list with our spouse. I thought Checkered would enjoy some culture in his life, so my list of morning activities can be sung to the tune of "Happy Birthday."
Her intentions were good,
She would bake something; she would;
A casserole was the thing,
But she first needed to sing.
She worked through her song,
Didn’t like how it sounded all wrong;
She remembered a good cake,
And decided that’s what she’d bake.
The recipe she couldn’t locate,
Then the dog needed to go in her crate;
A look at the internet,
Then the recipe would be all set.
She started the batter,
Then called a friend to see what was the matter;
She checked her email,
Something she ALWAYS did without fail.
The batter finally was set,
Then some missing info she remembered to get;
She looked through some piles,
But couldn’t find her work files.
Somewhere along the way,
She thought about soccer the next day;
The boys had no socks,
And then found Kahne’s secret collection of rocks.
They were so pretty and green,
Would throwing them away be that mean?
Then she found a pile of dirty pants,
But she really needed to try a new dance.
The cake finally began to cook,
Then she saw her new book;
It would take just a moment now,
To read about the lady with a cow.
But the tub looked so warm,
It was something she missed when she lived in a dorm;
She wanted to laze like a bum,
Then she saw the soap scum.
She needed something to scrape,
But then she saw the torn drape;
She started to take it down,
And found the kids’ missing toy crown.
To the play room she did go,
The broken toys she needed to throw;
But while she was there,
She thought of an exercise she could go with the chair.
She strengthened her arms,
Her husband would not be able to resist her toned charms;
She really needed to trim her boys’ bangs,
But then started to fret about all her new pains.
She looked in a medical book,
All she intended was a quick look;
who knew the diseases were so many,
Then thoughts of essays showed up like a bad penny.
There was so much to grade,
But the bed hadn’t been made;
Come to think it, lately
There was one student who troubled her greatly.
Better take time to pray,
But first make time to weigh;
Her jeans are too tight,
She’d read more about diets tonight.
Meanwhile the smoke alarm sounded,
And her head really, really pounded;
Should she see what was on fire,
Or just accept she was about to expire?
The cake has a sad story,
The charred remains were really gory;
Living with ADD can be exciting,
But nothing gets done except for this writing.
