Monday, September 22, 2008

Who doesn't love a good jody?

Tonight was the first Parent Support Group meeting here on base. We had a good turnout and heard an interesting presentation on developmental milestones. After that we had some facilitated discussion about dealing with tantrums, and then we talked about topics for future meetings. There were a lot of great ideas: sibling rivalry, potty training, behavioral problems, sleep issues, and lots more.

One of the ideas was to have a marital communication seminar, because the active duty people here work a lot, and the spouses sometimes get the short end of the stick, so to speak. For example, active duty members get time for PT during their work day, but it's hard for us spouses to find time to work out, so we thought it would be great if we could have our own PT time, complete with our own jodies, which are the cadences that military members chant when they run. I'm not especially clever at poetry, but I thought I'd give it a try:

Sound Off!
1,2,3,4!
We hear you say, you have to fly
You'll be at work real late
Whatever you say, get out of our way
We've got a busy day!
Hit the store, get the mail
Then go out and play
Clean, lunch, naps, read
There's always more to do
We're the moms of Osan,
Who the hell are you?
Sound Off!

If you have a better one, please share!

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Helen, Robert, Jack, and Emma said...
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Helen, Robert, Jack, and Emma said...

We hear you say you have to fly
Drop bad news -- kiss me goodbye
I’d love to say let’s have more fun
But you’ll say when the work is done
Exhausted is not my best look
Please just let me off the hook
Sound off…1,2
Sound Off…3,4
1,2,3,4
Kids will make me crazy yet
While you are flying your big jet
Come home sweaty from PT
All I want to do it pee
Close the door and read a book
Please just let me off the hook
Sound off…1,2
Sound Off…3,4
1,2,3,4
Cheerios across the floor
Crayon art upon the door
Laundry piled up to the sky
Good God, another TDY
All I ever do is cook
Please just let me off the hook
Sound off…1,2
Sound Off…3,4
1,2,3,4