The other night as I was counting down the hours until our house filled with guests, my hubbyman was out running around doing some Christmas shopping with his brother. (I should note that he did take Littlest with him and was doing so because we were trying to surprise the kids with the arrival of their cousin. Seeing their uncle seemed like it might give away that surprise, so hubby went out and about while I stayed home and finished preparations.) While I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I found myself singing my own version of “The 12 Days of Christmas.” And I’ve continuously had it in my head since, so I thought I would share. I hope you enjoy them, or at least can find the humor in it.
On the first day of Christmas my true love left with me…
a great big pile of laundry
On the second day of Christmas my true love left with me…
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the third day of Christmas my true love left with me…
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love left with me…
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love left with me…
five huge meltdowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love left with me…
six hands a’clinging
five huge meltdowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love left with me…
seven movies skipping
six hands a’clinging
five huge meltdowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the eight day of Christmas my true love left with me…
eight dishes breaking
seven movies skipping
six hands a’clinging
five huge meltdowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love left with me…
Nine dozen cookies baking
eight dishes breaking
seven movies skipping
six hands a’clinging
five huge meltdowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love left with me…
ten guests a’eating
nine dozen cookies baking
eight dishes breaking
seven movies skipping
six hands a’clinging
five huge meltdowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love left with me…
eleven words a’cussing
ten guest a’eating
nine dozen cookies baking
eight dishes breaking
seven movies skipping
six hands a’clinging
five huge meltdowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love left with me…
twelve bouts of screaming
eleven words a’cussing
ten guest a’eating
nine dozen cookies baking
eight dishes breaking
seven movies skipping
six hands a’clinging
five huge meltowns
four poopy diapers
three cranky kids
two dirty toilets
and a great big pile of laundry
Go ahead and have this playing while you read through it again so you can really get the feel! And enjoy!
laborofwonder 
Love it! You are so funny and sweet!
Ha ha that’s great
Adorable! you should record it!
haha- I thought about it! But I’d have to find time when I don’t have little ones clamoring around me, then again, that just might add to it! 😉