The perils of being a mother, are equal to not any other
For granted she’s taken and often mistaken - for a robot, "She’ll do it - why bother?"
A mom has a time clock she punches - breakfast dishes done - oops, time for lunches.
From 8 to 12 Hey! All her time’s slipped away - her work comes in bunches and bunches.
The lunch turns up - half on the floor. And they turned up their noses like before.
As usual - she fixed it. And as usual - they nixed it, and then in an hour they want more.
After supper she wails to her spouse, "I’ve got to get out of this house!
I think you will find that I’m losing my mind, and yes - this is blood on my blouse!"
The day has been just like another - and so ends the day of A MOTHER.
- Sherri Mills is the author of I Almost Divorced my Husband but I Went on Strike Instead.