A Commando Mom Marching Cadence

In honor of National Poetry Month, we present a special marching cadence to carry Commando Moms through those long marches through the house, picking up toys, following behind Commando Kids, or just trying to keep their eyes open after getting up with a growing Commando for snacks, drinks, and potty breaks three times last night.

Commando Mom Marching Cadence

I don’t know but I’ve been told,
Raising kids will make you old.
Commando kids will beat them all,
Driving mommies up the wall.

Gray hairs—one, two,
Gray hairs—three four
Count ’em, one, two, three, four, one, two, three four

Feed them mush, rush them to school,
Commando kids break all the rules.
While that kid’s gone take a nap,
There’ll be no rest when he gets back

Gray hairs—one, two,
Gray hairs—three four
Count ’em, one, two, three, four, three four

Hide the sugar, batten the hatches,
Commando kids will reach the latches.
If you want things done, prepare to fight,
They’ll wage war all through the night

Gray hairs—one, two,
Gray hairs—three four,
Count ’em, one, two, three, four, one, two, three four!

When Commando bedtime’s come and gone,
You’ll find out who’s number one.
Mom picks her battles, she’s no slouch,
Commando Kid’s crashed on the couch.

Gray hairs—one, two,
Gray hairs—three four,
Count ’em, one, two, three, four, one, two, three four!

With a glass of wine in her left hand,
Commando Mom will make her plan.
To catch some winks, get up, and then,
Prepare to do it all again.

Gray hairs—one, two,
Gray hairs—three four,
Count ’em, one, two, three, four, one, two, three four.