Mad Mother Me

Mad mother me. I would shout "Paratroopers" if a mass exodus from the heated house was in operation, where the heat might escape. So my daughters would know not to loiter in the doorway. Mad mother me. If asked to drive into town at 5pm I would stamp and shout about traffic cahos. Even though we live in a small town. Crawling in traffic was obviously not my thing. Mad mother me. I would rant and rave how beautiful their hair was. Only for them to go and get it thinned out. So they could attach those expensive hair extensions. And they thought I was mad?? Mad mother me. I would procure alcohol in the form of cans of beer. For my underage drinking, prinking (pre drinking) daughters. In the hope that in my watching them consume, they would presume enough was enough, so no more allowed...outside. Mad mother me. I would bring them to the G.P. When they asked me to help them obtain the pill, to clear up their acne, if you will. Knowing in my heart after a year with their partner, they were bound to start... Mad mother me. I hope in future they will see. How much love my heart has poured from me. To give them the best start in life ahead. And to know if I could have loved them more, I would.