The weatherman says it’s raining today,
my hair is a mess and I’ve nothing to wear.
The house is dirty and needs to be cleaned,
now where did I hide that vaccum machine?

Time to change all the sheets and strip the beds,
take down the cobwebs up 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 swimmers.
Running from here to who really knows where,
Oh my, I think forgot to brush out my hair!

It’s time to pull weeds, from my best flower beds,
pour them a drink, so they don’t wind up dead.
Take the dogs for a walk, just so they can poop,
with a napkin in hand and maybe a scoop.

It seems everyday, there is so much to do,
without any time 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,
and time to reflect on my life over lunch.

The weatherman says it’s raining today,
the house still a mess and I’ve nothing to wear.
The floors are still dirty and need to be cleaned,
now where did I hide that vaccum machine?

Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 6/17/2009