Eudora asked: I’ve got the “One more load of laundry, Ain’t got time for coffee,
Crying, fighting, Fussing, biting, Diaper changing, Rearranging,
Unorganized and criticized, Working mother blues!”
……
I wouldn’t think of complainin,’ cause I love ‘em all so much.
It’s not that I mind the finger prints on everything they touch,
Nor mind the muddy footprints on the kitchen floor,
Or neighborhood children always at my door.
I’m not an organized person. I have papers everywhere,
And if you want to have a fright, look in the Frigidaire!
You’ll find spilt Kool-aid, an old biscuit or two,
Maybe in a corner dark, you’ll find where something grew!
If you have the courage, inspect what’s been moved aside.
It really is amazing, Friends, to watch things subdivide!
Then, here in the living room, concealed in couch and chair,
Are things a paleontologist may examine, with great care.
In the bathroom, there is toothpaste on sink, and walls, and floor,
And scattered all about the room are the dirty clothes they wore.
In the master bedroom, folded laundry is on the bed,
With piles more I need to fold… (Sigh) I slowly turn my head.
There sways a mountain of socks that have no mates at all!
Forlorn, I turn and walk back out to now survey the hall.
There’s four more piles of laundry, a quarter of which are Clean!
And water’s pouring from a hose in back of our machine!!
Drawing in a deep, ragged breath, I go to face the rooms
Of which my children dwell in, and at the sight I swoon!
And so… now the day is done, and they have all been fed.
Each is bathed, hair is washed. They’re kissed and tucked in bed.
How beautiful they are sleeping. I truly have been blessed!
I find the couch, toss toys aside, and sit me down to rest.
The house once more’s a disaster… but to tell the honest truth,
If I focus on my house and work, I’ll miss their precious youth.
Francisco
