Bad poetry

No news regarding Ebro as he really is just hanging out at an isolation facility for the month. I still don't think anyone is ready to see a picture of the cat yet either. Those of you who actually know me and my cat surely understand. Those of you who don't know me or my cat... picture Mr. Bigglesworth from Austin Powers. If you don't know what I'm talking about just google it.
 
I am so mentally ready to make our big move and to start in my new position that I almost can't stand the wait. However, I am a horrible procrastinator. Today I should have been toiling away to fill out the trillion forms I mentioned, and preparing for packing, in between hanging out and swimming with my kids. Instead of the toiling away part, I decided to spend a prodigious amount of time setting up a facebook page today. Maybe I went a little overboard. A friend even used the term facebook "addict". Whatever.

I also decided to write a poem. I'm new at this so cut me some slack. Remember, I only promise amusement, not great poetry...

Equine Therapy in Barcelona
The ship has sailed
Our stuff will not make it
to Barcelona in time

We will arrive
at our new house
No beds for the making
No pans for the baking (as if!)

We will live out of suitcases
With smiles on our faces
and struggle to learn Espanol 

...Catalan too

And when all of the stress is too much
that I just cannot take it
and my family is thinking
is she going to make it?

What will I do?

I'll drive to the stable
where my horse Ebro
will be able
to calm me
right
down