My Week In Rhyme

Well this has been quiet the week. Rats, diapers brain tumors its enough to make any one go a little nuts. So to break the evil spell cast over me and mine this week I think I shall have to do a little bit of poerty to help me get back into the happy bloggy spirit:


My week In Rhyme
This week's been hell its really true
Ive been up to my eyes in diapers and poo
I've made pasta for hordes of babies
At least I haven't gotten rabies
My son has played with a large brown rat
I wish I had imagined that
My baby shakes and hasn't grown
Its enough to make you hide at home
There has been talk of a brain tumor
but at least I haven't lost my sense of humor
So I will look to the future and will not fear
could someone please fetch me a very large beer


As a Haiku

Brain tumors are bad
children shouldn't play with rats
Check please I'm done now


As a Limerick
There was was a girl from Manhattan
who had a heap of bad problems
she tossed her new doo
and wiped off the poo
and decided to go have a martini

Thank you all so much for your support it really helps.

By the way I did do a little on line snooping and thanks to you tube Ive watched about 600 videos of babies having seizures. Although they were just awful to watch I did learn she doesn't have infantile spams which is very very good. There are however a host of other awful things it could be a few videos sort of looked like what she's been doing. I really think its nothing maybe a weird tick or a strange habit. I don't really think the lack of growth is connected but we will be doing an EEG and maybe well catch a seizure. I think jumping to the tumor thing is nuts but we wont rule it or anything out until we get a reading. I have a feeling this is all a whole lot of worrying for nothing....I really really hope it is. I'm sure it is. Doctors just love to freak people out. But better safe than sorry.