I Hate That Fairy Anyway!

I wanted to blog this morning. I had nothing to say but that wasn't going to stop me. I was gonna get struck by the inspiration fairy, as I sat staring at my very dirty screen and come up with the wittiest,, most introspective, most hilarious post I had ever created. I was gonna sit back in wonder when I was done and feel so satisfied by my writing that I would have lit up a chocolate cigarette (I don't smoke so chocolate would have to do) and look contentedly at my creation.

But it was not to be.

When I arrived at work the cook called in sick. Two new babies started, one teacher was running an hour late and two others had emergencies and could not make it. I had to cook pasta for 56 kids make 24 baby bottles. Change 45 diapers. Comfort six crying children. Give an orientation to one new teacher deal with two perspective parents and nurse S. And poke seven little bellies.

Needless to say the inspiration fairy did not come to call. She was chased away by mountains of pasta and baby bottles.

Wimp!

Another Epic Poem- Blog Block

I have nothing to say today

I wish I could write something I'd shout hurray
I thought of talking of babies eating peas
Or writing of my sons scabby knees
I could write about my dog's case of flees
or how his fur makes little S sneeze
but I have nothing to say its true
It's left me feeling a little blue
I started writing several entries here
but they are awful, its true I fear
I wrote of subway rides and such
it really did not amount to much
So today I must just say oh well
I'll just let this post go to ... well you know