Its school holidays here.
Spring has sprung,
but where has the sun gone.
The ground is sodden,
and the kids are bored.
Hubby is home for a week,
stress leave from work.
What was he thinking,
he's driving me beserk.
Money is tight,
theres not much we can do.
I think I will runaway,
wouldnt you.
But I take a deep breathe,
and pull myself together.
Things could be worse,
and it could have been stormier weather.
So now I smile,
and am thankful for all I have.
I hope you forgive me,
for my rant and rave.
Ellen