A Valentine's Day Poem

Roses are red

violets are blue

the diaper pail is full

so the hall smells like poo.

A long day at work

but I'm almost free

to get home and begin

shift number three.

Shift number one

started this morning at three

with a teary-eyed child

who was calling for me.

Shift number two

began this morning at eight

it lasts until six

so I'll be running late...

Have to get dinner on the table

catch up on laundry, too

and dispose of the bag

that still smells like poo.

A bath for the baby

then rock her to sleep

squeeze in a workout

and change the bed sheets.

Clean up the bathroom

and mop all the floors

check that the locks are secure

on all of the doors.

Prepare for the next day

that's looming ahead

so much to finish

before I go to bed.

The hubby comes home

for some Valentine's nooky

but I just glare at him

and give him a...right hookie!

Hahahahahaha! See, the problem with the whole mushy-mushy, lovie-lovie Valentine's Day stuff is that women hear, "Oh honey. Don't worry about [insert chore here]. Just relax." We wives/mothers also hear this on Mother's Day and our birthdays, but how many of us can really relax when mentally, we're trying to figure out how we're going to cram in all that was UN-finished today into tomorrow's already hectic schedule!

Argghh. The good news is that I have an art project to do with the munchkin tonight. It doesn't involve glitter sand, but it does involve torn tissues and a lot of glue...