Once there was an old lady
Who looked like my grandma maybe
She’d take a bite
Of children’s toes
And a nose
If it’s past your bedtime
And you hear a chime
It’s old Mrs. Creet
Looking for something to eat
Don’t let her catch you
Awake or she’ll chew
Your toes and maybe your nose
So hurry and doze
Off to deep sleep
And as you count sheep
Out will creep
Old Mrs. Creet
It’s been quiet for the past few days because I finally started writing my children’s book and started an Indiegogo (crowdfunding) campaign to assist with the publishing of it and another book in the works (in addition to hunting for illustrators for the two books). So feel free to check it out!
In other news, D and I have our next doctor’s appointment on Tuesday and, hopefully, we’ll be able to find out the sex of the baby via an ultrasound. As long as he or she is healthy, I don’t care about the sex. It would just make planning (code: shopping) for him or her easier. In the meantime, I’ve been adding gender-neutral things (i.e, stroller, car seat, play pen, and other gear) to the registry. My sister’s throwing a baby shower for me in the next couple months so I wanted to make sure that the registry had at least a few basic/must-have items.
Mom (in-law) is coming in for a visit tomorrow and that means lots of cleaning today as well as making sure the fridge is fully stocked. The place still looks like a warehouse (even though it’s been a full month since we’ve moved in) so my first order of business today is to finish clearing up all the boxes. So much to do, so little time…
Six days and four hours It is I whom he devours Drunk one night Under the club’s lights I accepted a ride home Too intoxicated to roam First came the sweet talk So I wouldn’t baulk Then came the hand holding Vicious plan unfolding A lock of the car doors Inside the voices roar A knock on the head Felt as if I were dead When I came to Dread was all I knew “Surprise,” he said “My name is Fred” I cried and pleaded At home I was needed “Too late for that You be good, you little brat” Dark, damp, and cold A loose door is outlined in gold Screams go unheard My vision has been blurred Covered in urine and blood And shackled in this mud Hope is not lost on me Should I ever set myself free Up from this slippery floor And out of that locked door
“Have you been naughty or nice?”
I wake up to see a smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He’s standing at the foot of the bed with an axe covered in blood. With a gasp, I bolt toward the door. His long nails claw my hair as I run, almost tripping on the hardwood floor. My heart pounds as I sprint toward the stairway. If only I can make it downstairs.
“Have you been naughty or nice?” His voice is close and I can smell his rotting breath behind me. SLAM. The axe crashes into the wall within an inch from my right ear. The stairs seem a mile long. Instead of taking one step at a time, I can take two or maybe even three. I have to. But would I make it? I take a deep breath and jump over as many as I can. I need to fly.
The monster’s talons grab a hold of my left shoulder. I fall back on a step and tumble down the remaining flight of stairs. The back of my head hits the bottom of the staircase. Lying there with my head throbbing, I see large eyes and a wide bear trap smile.
“Have you been naughty or nice?” he purrs as he raises the axe.