Friday, September 07, 2007

The flip side of freedom (a newly unencumbered mother's limerick)

I grinned as I set off alone
But that smile soon turned to a groan
For to cart all my loot
With no pushchair boot
Made me mourn how my children had grown

6 Comments:

Blogger Victoria said...

Delightful! So it's wrong that I take our stroller with me, even when the kids aren't along? =)

(Found you via Jen @ Faking It - I've been enjoying your tales...)

12:31 PM  
Blogger Steph said...

Hehehe. I always miss the stroller when I go out without the kids. And then dread having it when with the kids, because J begs me to bring it, and then won't ride in it! :-)

1:35 PM  
Blogger Iota said...

Is un-en-cumbered, just cumbered? Mind you, this sounds like a good excuse for a new handbag, so it's not all bad news.

7:51 PM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

Pushchair?! You're officially a Brit! ;)

8:05 PM  
Blogger Patois said...

"Pushchair" and "boot" both mark you as a Brit forevermore.

8:09 PM  
Anonymous Margie said...

I guess you'll have to get one of those carriers I saw women pulling when I was there.

11:47 PM  

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