When laundry sends me off the edge, I write lyrics. Songs, that is.

I've sang it before, but here it is one more time...

Come and listen to a story 'bout a gal named Crumb
A poor mom of three, tried to keep from going numb
Then one day she was cleaning up their room
And down from the sky came a flood of doom and gloom.

Laundry, that is. Grass stains. Ketchup spills.

Well the first thing you know 'ol Crumb's a cranky gal,
Kinfolk said "better than a root canal"
Said "cold water and high efficiency"
So she loaded up the clothes and plead mental deficiency.

Mommy brain, that is. Lack of sleep. Raging hormones.

Well now it's time to say goodbye to Crumb and all her brood
And they'd like to thank you folks for turning 'round the mood.
You're all invited back again to this here crazy blog
Where Mommy Crumb attempts to let her crowded brain unclog.

Share stories, that is. Stay a while. Laugh a little.

Ya'll come back now, ya hear?