Oh hell another day of vacuuming , dusting and making the beds
silly kids running about, as I scrub the tub and toilet too.
Can't they get it through their silly little heads
that the dishwasher isn't a sauna for the toys to travel through
Cleaning away to the tune in my head, "Lady you need a day of rest"
upon the counter where dirty dishes lay, tears began to cascade.
Hands tremble as I'm mopping the floor and thoughts on our guest,
who in the hell said she can sit there, like its some soap opera parade?
Rattling from down the hall, as the laundry is now on spin,
walls shook with every cycle and the water sloshes in there sink.
Cooking for Ft. Knox, I have to start early again,
my mother-in-law enjoys the judges, I hope the T.V. goes on the brink.
Yes indeed, "Lady you need a day of rest", from this Hell your free,
then the light switch clicks, damn it guys, even in the closet I can't flee.
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