Spring break miscellany, part II

A Party for My Sweet Nephew

(sung to Miley Cyrus’ Party in the USA tune)

I hopped in the van at nine a.m.

with the kids and a goody bag;

welcome to my life of mommy-hood,

do I have to brag?

Zipped through the cars,

suddenly for the first time

hit the brakes, and I worry ‘bout the speed signs;

the drivers seem so fearless,

everybody weaves through traffic.

The boys are gaming and Katie turns the tunes up,

too much noise and I am about deaf.

That’s when the GPS came out of nowhere

and said I would get lost,

“Stop at once and turn back,

turn around this minute.”

So I put the brakes on,

“Stupid voice, you’re wrong,”

but the butterflies come this way

swirling inside my head,

doubting with thoughts of dread.

Then I rev the gas up

“Stupid voice, you’re wrong,”

and I trust I know the way.

Yeah, it’s a party for my sweet nephew,

Yeah, it’s a party for my sweet nephew.

Get to the place without GPS

everyone’s happy to see we’re here;

the kids hug their cousins,

I help Chels get ready.

So fun spending time with family

visiting and watching the baby

eating cake and pizza,

jumpin’ in the Bounce House.

The boys are gaming and Katie turns the tunes up,

too much noise and I am about deaf.

That’s when the GPS came out of nowhere

and said I should leave now,

“Stop at once and go home,

say goodbye this minute.”

So I put the brakes on,

“Stupid voice, you’re wrong,”

but the butterflies come this way

swirling inside my head,

doubting with thoughts of dread.

Then I rev my gas up,

“Stupid voice, you’re wrong,”

and I know how long to stay.

Yeah, it’s a party for my sweet nephew,

Yeah, it’s a party for my sweet nephew.