I am writing to you in secret. My wife is in the twins' room, reading them bedtime stories, and I've stolen to the basement with my laptop to transcribe a few handwritten notes into a real live blog post. It's November 4th and we close on our new house in just four days. Four days. If my wife knew I was taking time out to post to my blog, I would no longer have a blog. Or fingers with which to type a post to it. We're lucky she hasn't taken this laptop away just as a precaution. Well, not really lucky. I hid it down here in the basement, under the cats' litter box, just in case.
But she'll find it eventually, yes she will, and then our midnight trysts will be over. I'll miss you and I hope to see you on the other side of this move. In the meantime, I thought I'd leave you with what you all come to my site for anyway, a poetry contest.
The Second Annual Haiku Contest to be precise.
The rules are simple. Write a 5-7-5 haiku. Post your haiku. Win a fabulous prize. The haiku must have something to do with children or childrearing in general. You can post as many as you like, the more the merrier.
On Thursday, Nov 8th, I'll post the ten finalists. At that point, I'll open the voting up to you. By Saturday we'll declare a winner. The winner will get one of my Please-Help-Me-Through-Another-Day gift packs: a pound of coffee, a pack of chocolate-covered espresso beans, and a dozen donuts.
I'll get us started with a few of my own.
Someone's in for an Asskicking When His Wife Gets Home
Curly blond tresses
"Looky! I'm a hairdresser!"
All over the floor
Please Bring Back Garanimals
Tiger with tiger
Koala with koala
Nobody goes blind
Two Out of Three Developmental Milestones Ain't Bad
Drink from a real cup
Sleep in a bed with no rails
Poop behind the couch