The weatherman says it's raining today,
my hair is a mess and I've nothing to wear.
The house is dirty and it needs to be cleaned,
now where did I place that vaccum machine?
Time to change all the sheets and strip the beds,
take down every cobweb above my head.
Wash all the laundry and empty the trash,
run to the market, then mow all the grass.
Somewhere inbetween, make plans for our dinner,
then run to the Mall to get junior his swimmer.
Running from here, to who really knows where,
oh my, I forgot to brush out my hair!
Time to pull the weeds, from my best flower beds,
pour them a drink, so they don't end up dead.
Take the dog for a walk, just so he can poop,
with a napkin in hand and maybe a scoop.
It seems everyday, there is so much to do,
without anytime, just to buy me new shoes.
What is this craziness, I live everyday,
will I ever find moments, for me just to play.
I dream of long baths with bubbles in ears,
and soap in my eyes, that cause them to tear.
A nap in the shade of the afternoon sun,
with time to reflect on my life over lunch.
The weatherman says that it's raining today,
the house still a mess and I've nothing to wear.
The floors are all dirty and need to be cleaned,
now where did I hide that vaccum machine?
Barbara A. Carlan 6/17/2009