It has been a January.
Broken arms, massive colds, the actual flu, strep… that’s just so far. One of my kids hasn’t been to school in well over a week. Work is nuts, and most of my clients are on the West Coast, so they are not familiar with “snow days” as a cultural thing. Everything is falling through the cracks.
My husband, who also has the flu now, looked at me amidst the chaos the other day and said “This is parenting. They don’t show this stuff on social media.” I said, “Hold my beer.” (Not really, I’m sober.)
Anyway, I started a poem. Does anyone have a verse to add?
January How I Hate Thee
January how I hate thee
Let me count the ways
I hate thee for thy false promise
Of fresh starts and positive steps
I hate thee for thy viral menace
The flus and colds and streps
I hate thee for thy vexing weather
Which always turns to rain
I hate thee for thy brutalist sun
That spotlights all the strain
I hate thee for thy slick streets
That make a walk too harrowing
I hate thee for thy 4 o’clock darkness
That brings on the sorrowing
I hate thee for thine illusion of calm
When all around, chaos reigns
I hate thee for thy dark, dark days
That rot me in my brains…
