Sing it with me, Mamas:

Oh where, oh where has Mom’s sanity gone?
Oh where, oh here can it be?
Daddy’s sick, and Mom’s doing everything
Oh where’s the new path for me?

The guys are squirrely and I can’t sleep
Three hours isn’t enough
So my young men have to sit tight, and wait
So Mom can nap and stay tough

Thank goodness sunshine has wrapped the skies
Our walks enliven the view
Even though we’re not in the mountains high
Our cul-de-sacs have to do

And Facebook – well, it’s a love and hate
You hug, yet made me feel sad
I can’t do the many things others can
And right-wing rants drive me mad

Like those idiots who deny this all
They yell “Conspiracy!”
Special parents like me are going nuts
Yet others swing at the tee.

For now, I rest while my guys do sleep
I feed my brain and breathe in
Tomorrow will be a gorgeous day
We’ll hold hands and make it a win.