Husband took our son To go grocery shopping: I am left alone. I look at the house Destroyed by a tornado, A brazen toddler. Elmo on TV Can’t find the fucking remote – Need more coffee NOW. Overcome by shock I vow to do my best but Write this poem instead.
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… Continue reading Mommy’s Sunday Blues