Who I am
depends on the time of day
with what I wear
or what I say
5 am to 7 am is rush hour
mommy mode
no time for my self
just time to hit the road
7 am to 4:15 is work
my fingers to the bone
no time for play
or for calls on the telephone.
4:15 to 8 pm is the rush around
picking up the kids and homework,
trying to get supper on the table
without going totally berserk!
8 pm to 9 pm is yelling at the kids
to stop messing around
time for bed and hugs good night
looking for some quiet time, none to be found!
9 pm to 11 pm is my honeys time
if he hasn’t fallen asleep in the drop of a dime,
scratching my head I wonder sometimes
would I ever figure out where is my time!!!!!!
Some where in the days course
Im hoping you will find
the riddle of who I am …
or I have just wasted (mine/your )time!
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Reviews of "Self Portrait (Version 1)"
Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
Tracey--Glad you can find the time to write! This challenge was a great idea. I feel as if I know some of you so much better. Cute write!!
Be of good cheer. The kids become human when they're old enough to buy you a drink. (But there's no hope for husbands.) Thank goodness you find time to write.
*whew* and i thought i worked hard...you are one busy lady! at least you take the time to bless us with your wonderful writes...this is no exception! (((HUGS))) and methinks i'll go take a nap now...love, karla. :)
Reviewed by J John (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
Thank you for the glimpse into your life :) .. enjoyed .... j
Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
I have told you this so many times before
Dump the Hubby and sell the kids.
Are there no work houses? Bah Humbug LOL
signed
ScrogEd
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
You are the selfless wife and mom, I was too, take some advice from someone who has been there, make time for you, the real Tracey, who you are and not who you are to someone else. You are a beautiful Lady, Tracey, inside and out.
Bill I wish I had more time...I would love nothing better than to write. (I make time here and there to write...in between the maddness of my life. yeap thats me super mom!)
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
Yes you ae so buzy! When do you have time to write your wonderful poems? Gosh I wish your had more time for that! Because the poetry IS you. Bill Murray
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
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glad you found time for the challeng
Dump the Hubby and sell the kids.
Are there no work houses? Bah Humbug LOL
signed
ScrogEd
josie