Colds
and fevers, infections and the flu
I
love being a mommy but tonight I am just through!
The
kids devoured my nerves and daddy is home late
I’m
so tired I can’t remember the last time I ate???
This
dirty house needs a priest or a referee
Oh
God will you send me a wife like me?
I
cook and I clean and constantly wipe a nose
While
someone throws a tantrum for what? God only knows.
Gimme
my doll, not till you give me my book
Well
mommy I punched him cause he gave me a mean look!
Well
she hit me first, NO I DID NOT!
Sleep?
Are you kidding me? HA what a crock!
Fixing
dinner and lunches, preparing afternoon snacks
A
mommy just never has time to relax!
Bathe,
brush teeth and administer bedtime story
Goodnight
I love you!…now for inventory
Of
the rubble left behind that resembles a house
Great,
a note from school…another breakout of head louse!
While
surveying the mess I decide to wash clothes
HOLY
SHIT I stepped on something…WHAT do you suppose?
A
Lego? a Polly pocket or the littlest pet shop?
To
move through this house I need a traffic cop!
I
crash to the floor, cursing with pain
Jesus
these toy makers are all inhumane!
Finish
the dishes then empty the hamper
Wait,
its late but do I hear a scamper?
Mommy
my ears hurt and so does my tummy
Me
too mommy my throat burns, I feel kinda crummy.
My
tummy is choking (oh shit he’s gonna puke)
Oh
thee infections and sickness I strongly rebuke.
I
love them I do, with all my heart
But
this mommy strongly needs to depart!
For
just a few days and I swear I’ll come back.
I
don’t need a white horse, hell I’ll take a yak.
I
just don’t want to drive or cook or clean
Or
hear it’s not fair or mommy you are mean.
Just
take me away from the whining and diarrhea
Someplace
I can rest, yeah that’s the idea.
I
will go to my parents house or maybe a hotel
If
I don’t get time to myself, it will be a padded cell!
But
the catch 22 is, as much as we complain
When
you’re a mommy you can’t shut off your brain.
You
feel guilty for being tired and for leaving a mess
For
someone else to clean up, who ALSO needs rest.
You
worry they miss you and that they feel betrayed
Because
you went out when maybe you should have stayed.
You
feel it’s your job to handle all the stuff
But
sometimes enough is simply enough!
You
just want to sleep or shop or eat
But
your mind won’t let you enjoy your retreat.
Ridiculous!
You can’t even enjoy a little break
Guess
it’s true you can’t eat it AND have cake???
You
feel self imposed anger and guilt
And
it’s weighing on top of you like a soaking wet quilt.
You
pack up and go home and even though still tired
When
you look at them sleeping, you feel so inspired.
Some
day they will grow up and leave your nest
And
then your house will look its best.
But
it will be void of childish laughter and all the toys
Belonging
to your little girls and boys.
You
will wish for the fingerprints to wipe off the door
And
for messes to clean up after them, just once more.
They
will still need you but you will really need them
Without
them underfoot, it’s like missing a limb.
So
you leave their room and silently pray
And
thank god for every single day.
At
some point in the middle of the night
You
realize what you feel is alright.
Mommies
get tired, angry and drained
And
a host of other feelings but firmly ingrained
Are
the blessings that come with a charge like no other
That
can only be felt when you become a mother.
