Six Word Memoir

I know.  You're thinking, "Right, LB!  You've never said anything in six words.  EVER.  Even at birth, you screamed, Let me out of here before I have a complete meltdown."  I have to admit; this was challenging.  However, after 50 gazillion attempts, here it is!  Poetry.  LB style.

Infertility, God's test.
Faith.
Perseverance.
Blessed.

If you'd like to play along, hook up with my girl, Mama Kat at Mama's Losing It for her weekly writing prompts.  They rock!  And she does, too!  Real talk.

I Suck at Poetry

My world is ever so busy,

My ass is entirely too fat.

I wish I had something monumental to say,

Thank you, my A.D.D.!
For keeping me from that.

School is same-ol'-same-ol'
Those teens are freakin' crazy.
With more students than ever before, though,
By May, I'll be pushing daisies.

Mr. OCD won't stop groping,
And LB is just too damn tired,
Now more than ever,
I need a sister-wife for hire.

E's staying the night with a friend
For the first night ever.
G's sitter canceled, though,
When can I rest? Oh, yea...NEVER!

I have a Secret Pal at work
Who showers me with candy.
All those M&M's and Milk Duds
Will make my ass look dandy!

The pizza man is here,
The dog is going apeshit.
LB ain't cooking today,
It's Friday, dammit.  I QUIT!

Poetry just isn't my thing.
In fact, I pretty much suck.
I guess it's all I've got today,
Oh well, who really gives a f*@k?

I'm off to take a shower,
Then "pay" my dear sweet man.
Afterwards, a little happy pill
Will send me off to dream land.

Yes, I know it's still daylight...  But Mama's off to bed.  It's been a long week, and I don't get drunk anymore.