The baby’s finally passed right out
I hear gentle snores, no screams or pouts
The hubby’s gone for his own chores,
Do I dare sit or work some more?
Third load of laundry being done
The first two for my only son
Three more upstairs in our room to do
Why is this place always a zoo?
Folding, vacuuming, how do I pick?
Everyone in this house is sick
For the third time in as many weeks
That couch will only lead to sleep
Kitchen’s started, some germs are killed
Crackers on the floor, the cat food spilled
My opportunity is fading fast
This quiet time, it will not last
Soon the baby will be up
My husband, through the door he’ll strut
With his wet shoes throughout the house
With bleach everything must still be doused
Love is patient, gentle, kind
But I’m about to lose my mind
My nose is running, it will not stop
Dishes, sweeping, I still must mop
The bathroom, God, it’s such a mess
I start to panic, I’m in distress!
The dining room table cannot be seen
I feel like I’m about to scream!
I haven’t showered in two days
But it was more important to just play
With the baby, there’s not much time
Soon he’ll be grown, I won’t be fine
Time is fleeting, they all say,
I must grab hold and seize the day
But time for me is important too
How can I when there’s so much to do?
Less than an hour, the baby’s up
Today I just don’t have much luck
Back to work tomorrow we go
On weekends I don’t have much to show
They speed by faster than I can believe
Perhaps next weekend I’ll get reprieve
Next thing I know I start to snooze
Welcome to Mommy’s Sunday blues