{"id":8418,"date":"2015-04-24T06:00:00","date_gmt":"2015-04-24T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.metrokids.com\/index.php\/2015\/04\/24\/motherhood-by-the-numbers\/"},"modified":"2023-08-16T20:26:53","modified_gmt":"2023-08-16T20:26:53","slug":"motherhood-by-the-numbers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.metrokids.com\/motherhood-by-the-numbers\/","title":{"rendered":"Motherhood by the Numbers"},"content":{"rendered":"
MomSpeaker Lindsey Schuster gets her Seuss on, enumerating in verse the countdown of a mother's day.<\/em><\/p>\n I spent 25<\/strong> minutes folding the laundry, Picked up 23<\/strong> Legos that spilled from the bin, Threw 21<\/strong> pitches, but got only one hit, I sang 19<\/strong> verses of "Wheels on the Bus," I said “No” to each kid on 18<\/strong> occasions, We used 16<\/strong> pillows to make a fort, It took 14<\/strong> whole seconds for the kids to find me, I snapped 13<\/strong> buckles, yet drove only 12<\/strong> miles, I cherished 10<\/strong> measly minutes of time alone, At least 8<\/strong> times, the counter was wiped, Before MOMMY was shouted 6<\/strong> octaves too high, I wiped 4<\/strong> hineys and bandaged 3<\/strong> scrapes, Yes, this is ONE<\/strong> day in the life of a mother, They days are long and exhausting, HOWEVER, Lindsey Schuster is a former elementary school teacher turned stay-at-home mom. Raised with four sisters, her blog Sisters to Sons<\/a> chronicles the new path she has carved: raising three sons. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Motherhood by the number, a countdown in verse<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8420,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[3141,23114,2992,885,23115],"yoast_head":"\n
\nAnswered 24<\/strong> “But why?” questions in our 3-year-old’s quandary.<\/p>\n
\nPlanted 22<\/strong> kisses on cheeks, nose and chin.<\/p>\n
\nThe 20<\/strong> other times, I dealt with a fit.<\/p>\n
\n“Where do babies come from?” I was asked to discuss.<\/p>\n
\n17<\/strong> times I surrendered to persuasions.<\/p>\n
\nWe shot 15<\/strong> hoops on the basketball court.<\/p>\n
\nWhen I snuck upstairs to change over the laundry.<\/p>\n
\nSpent 11<\/strong> minutes chasing toddlers down grocery store aisles.<\/p>\n
\nA 9<\/strong>-minute nap??? . . . (insert long groan).<\/p>\n
\n7<\/strong> was the number of words of this poem I could type . . .<\/p>\n
\n5<\/strong> seconds was the length of my dramatic mom-sigh.<\/p>\n
\nI made 27 pieces out of 2<\/strong> whole grapes,<\/p>\n
\nOne snapshot of time that is like no other.<\/p>\n
\nPart of me wishes this would last forever.<\/p>\n