I was reading someone's blog and they made a post about being a nag. My whole marriage I have been paranoid about becoming the naggy wife, that the husband doesn't want to come home from work, because the wife will nag and nag. Well although I am pretty good about not nagging Jared (he may say other wise) I have failed in the nagging my children part. She had this poem on her blog as well. And it was as if it was written about me. So hopefully I can stop being such a nag!!
My Mother, the Nag
My mother is a nag, you know.
She just can't help herself.
From, "Have you cleaned up all your stuff?
"To "Put that on the shelf.
"She reminds me of my homework
As soon as I hit the door.
Before I hang my backpack up
She tells me three times more.
"Practice your piano.
Make your bed and do your chores.
And while you're at it, please, please try
To find your bedroom floor.
"I roll my eyes and plug my ears
As I begin to moan.
Just then I hear a ringing sound,
And Mom shouts, "Get the phone!
"Trying to distract her,
I ask if I can play.
She loads my arms with laundry
And says, "Go--put away!"
"Take a shower.
Brush your teeth,
And don't forget to floss.
"Sometimes I wish my mother
Wasn't such a constant boss!
I know she doesn't mean to;
In fact, she says she wants to quit,
So I told her I'd remind her,
But that hasn't helped a bit.
It seems she just can't help it
No matter how she tries,
And ignoring all her promptings
Hasn't proven to be wise.
So, if your mother happens
To be something of a nag,
All I can say is,
"Sorry That your life is such a drag."
And as for me, I have to say,
Although it isn't fair
I've decided to tell God about it
In fervent, pleading prayer.
Dad always says if I have faith
My wishes can come true,
Though how God's gonna change Mother
I haven't got a clue!
And though I don't feel lucky,
I just have to say
My biggest fear is growing up
To be a nag someday!!
