On Friday, A New Duck wrote a haiku in the comments of a week old post (now that, my friends, is dedication.) I appreciated the effort (and loves me a haiku) and so--here is mine:
Languishing in hell
One day it will be worth it
Not so much today.
If it's not too much like homework, why don't you write a nice little haiku in today's comments? I don't think it will LITERALLY make me feel better about being CHAINED to the COUCH in DIGESTIVE PREOCCUPATION-slash-AGONY, while my kid is running amok with the television on, but it will make me feel LOVED and that's like, super important too.
One day it will be worth it
Not so much today.
If it's not too much like homework, why don't you write a nice little haiku in today's comments? I don't think it will LITERALLY make me feel better about being CHAINED to the COUCH in DIGESTIVE PREOCCUPATION-slash-AGONY, while my kid is running amok with the television on, but it will make me feel LOVED and that's like, super important too.
Wanting it over
Fuck! There's no way out but through
One day, baby love
Posted by: TLS | February 25, 2009 at 08:02 PM
Month-long runny nose
Something gross on the carpet
Applesauce, I hope...
Hang in there!
Posted by: Lauren | February 24, 2009 at 10:34 PM
I am sorry to hear
That morning sickness remains
*handing you crackers*
Can they really call
such a thing morning sickness
for nausea all day?
Sorry for the delay
My hubby had two days off
So no blog reading.
Posted by: Domestic Extraordinaire | February 24, 2009 at 02:43 PM
I'm FAMOUS! I was just hoping to see a new post and I saw MY BLOG mentioned on your blog! Now I'm really on my way. Deeeluxe apartment in the sky, here I come.
Anyway, in my great craziness... er... great excitement, I generated you two new haikus. Here you go:
Always loved New Girl
Thought, "Best blogger, and famous!"
Now I'm famous, too
And here's one for the baby book:
Float baby, float, float
Little bean in utero
Stop making mom sick
Posted by: A New Duck | February 24, 2009 at 10:12 AM
I am zero good at haiku but know from one expecting mom to another that I FEEL your pain.
Right now I am dealing with an awful Pubic Bone pain... I just keep telling myself - it is only temporary.
HUGS
K
Posted by: kayla | February 23, 2009 at 04:54 PM
So, so exhausted.
When will she sleep through the night?
Hope it will be soon.
Posted by: Christy | February 23, 2009 at 04:03 PM
I know how you feel.
Puking at the Y? No good.
Let's all take a nap.
Posted by: Amy Jo | February 23, 2009 at 02:11 PM
Puking is sucky!
I recommend the good drugs.
Phenergan for me!
Posted by: Laura Lou | February 23, 2009 at 02:01 PM
fistful of tissues
i wrangle toddler to floor
snail trails are vanquished
Posted by: shriekhouse | February 23, 2009 at 01:21 PM
That tiny baby
Better be worth all the sick
I'm thinking $billions.
Posted by: Swistle | February 23, 2009 at 01:18 PM
So can't do haikus, but I hope you feel better soon!
Posted by: amy | February 23, 2009 at 12:12 PM
I love you so much
My clever, clever readers.
Keep them coming, PLEASE.
Posted by: the new girl | February 23, 2009 at 10:57 AM
Time has come again
To move across the country
When can I stand still?
Posted by: attiton | February 23, 2009 at 10:44 AM
Two Kids Running Wild
Damn cold has knocked me on my ass
Calgon, Take Me Away
(Not technically 5 syllables at the end, but my brain is fried.)
Hope the morning sickness ends soon.
Posted by: Angela | February 23, 2009 at 10:02 AM
Yo Gabba Gabba
My savior when morning starts
When it's still dark out
Posted by: Mama Bub | February 23, 2009 at 10:02 AM
breastpump whirs away
to read a blog - no hands, but
commenting is slow
Posted by: Gillian | February 23, 2009 at 09:49 AM
Set up new laptop
Hope puppy won't pee AGAIN
Want to sleep 'til spring.
Posted by: astarte | February 23, 2009 at 09:37 AM
Cousin's new baby.
Ovaries pulse. Husband quakes.
Ship has sailed. Alas.
Posted by: Manic Mommy | February 23, 2009 at 09:20 AM
Cannot smell or taste.
Freaking Colds, I don't have time.
My spooky Honker.
Posted by: The Domestic Goddess | February 23, 2009 at 09:08 AM
Waiting, worrying--
Then baby, child, big kid, teen(!)
Where did the days go?
Posted by: *m* | February 23, 2009 at 08:04 AM
Oh TNG. no haiku for me.
but lots of love for you.
Posted by: Lori | February 23, 2009 at 06:37 AM