*Awful poetry alert*
Can I say something here very rude?
Today, just today, I am not in the mood.
How awful I must sound to speak without gratitude…
But, today, just today, I can not deal the attitude.
Today, just today, I’m tired of crumbs and I’m tired of messes. I’m tired of farts and I’m tired of poo!
I want to dive under the covers with nothing else to do.
Today, just today, I cannot break up another fight.
And I’m wondering when I will ever get to sleep soundly at night…
Today, just today, I’m tired of laundry and of stepping on blocks.
I’m tired of teeth brushing and of combing dreaded tangly locks.
Turned up noses at dinner, I could just scream!
They would rather eat plain buttered toast and a bowl of ice cream!
Supermom, by the way, she doesn’t exist.
I’d rather hide in the bathroom and pick at my zits.
Today, just today, even for an hour, I’d love to do nothing at all.
To stare into space, at a screen or even a wall.
I’ll feel different tomorrow.
I’ll smack on a smile, do the damn dishes, cook something new and suck up my sorrow.
I really don’t mean it, but, can I please still complain?
Sometimes it’s nice to clear this crap off your brain.
Today, just today, can I complain about drama.
Because today, just today, I do NOT feel like being mama!
p.s. I freaking love my kids so much that I could cry.