At sparra fart, I’m out walking the dogs,
A quick jog in the park and then home.
Into the shower, before the morning rush
Hubby and kids descending en masse. Mess.
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
Hubby waiting, wanting his eggs
The poor dear doesn’t know
How to open the fridge
Let alone make his own cup of tea. Men!
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
The kid’s leave is a hurry, buses to be caught
Lunches cut, homework signed,
Remember the afterschool schedule
Don’t forget to pay the bills. Ugh no! Budget?
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
Then it’s off to the shops, the larder’s bare
What with starving kids and a gluttonous man
A million things to do before ten,
A funeral, the neighbour’s dad. Poor thing!
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
The funeral goes on and on, ponderous eulogy
Greetings and condolences, the time? Oh my,
Tennis at twelve, change in the car,
Six sets then home to cleaning. Grubs.
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
The washing to be brought in
Yuck a tissue, again? Bloody kids
I told them to empty their pockets
Shake them out, no one will know. Care factor?
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
Get the dinner on, well started,
There’s ballet, footy training, scouts
Then homework, squabbles refereed
Dinner on the table, hubby another bad day. Blah!!
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
At last kids are to bed, kitchen clean,
Book to cover, bathroom to tidy
Wet towels hung out to dry,
Time to sit, drink tea, reflect, think. Peace!
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
Finally the late night news,
I feel myself dozing, feet aching,
Tomorrow another million demands
I drag myself into the shower, then to bed. Rest?
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
Bed, hubby safely in slumberland
Snoring his own brand of night melody.
I read a bit, look at hubby, reflect on marriage,
For better or worse, mines all worse I think. Drudgery!
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
Then off with the light, snuggle into the bed
Hubby’s back is warm, comforting,
He’s good for something I guess, I sleep,
Tomorrow will again be the same old. Shit!
Is it any wonder I’m out on me feet?
Morpethroad 
A super woman for sure. Nice voice and flow.
Thanks Kim, I think its many mothers….
Goodness – reading that made me out on my feet!
Why? Too long? Exhausting? Not you surely?
I feel her days through the poem.
Thank God I have a lot of help & hubby is self sufficient. I’m “training” the kids to be self-sufficient too. We’ll see how that goes. But – being human & being a woman – sometimes I get in my moods & well…I’d rather get things done my way than ask for help or accept the help that’s offered – except cooking – I don’t go there 😉 .
Thanks RoSy I am glad you can connect with this, and yes we do like things done our way so often. Thankfully your hubby is not like the one I wrote about. Good luck training your kids…lol….glad all that is past me now..
I can RELATE…. 🙂
Ha I bet you can. Thanks for reading hopefully it didn’t depress you too much.
No, it was affirming!
Really?
Yes, someone who KNOWS what some women go through day after mind numbing day. Thank you for your sensitivity to this. And I suspect it hits home to your life as a very involved domestic dad as well.
Well yes but not now days, once that could have been me.
I will never expect any person male or female to live like that.
But it will resonate with many who do, and that is a gift you have Mr S.
you described me…hmmm apart from the cooking 😉 nice ..hectic..fast but ‘noice’ mate
Thank you I think I described a lot of people, me included…
yesm *nods*
WoW! You are a great writer, Michal to voice the thoughts of a woman like that…it IS what we think duirng those busy times that moms are too often taken for granted. Whoo hoo…one male writer I find that can take the voice of a woman is Stephen King…Bravo for empathizing in this lovely poem. Oliana x
Thank you Oliana, I have two muses and some times she comes out and plays…..though there are elements of this that are true for me as well……my female muse comes out in my other ‘stuff’.
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Many moms can certainly relate to this cute poem.
Love the photo too!
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