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I am a creative, homely and domesticated mother of two very active boys, the loving, loyal and by rare request slutty wife to my considerably older husband, a devoted daughter to my mother, uncivilized to the rest of my family and misunderstood by everyone else. Like I give a flying rats ass.

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the life of a mother with youth






Sunday, October 10, 2004
Something Cute

A Woman's Life

Every minute, to and fro,
That's the way my hours go,
Bring me this, take me that,
Feed the dog, put out the cat,
Standing up I eat my toast,
Drink my coffee, thaw the roast,
Empty garbage, make the bed,
Rush to church, wash my head,
Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor,
Scrub the woodwork, clean the door,
Scour the bathtub. then myself,
Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves,
Eat a sandwich on the run,
Now my afternoon's begun.

To the soccer game I go,
When will I find time to sew?
Meet the teacher, stop a fight,
See the dentist, change a light,
Help with homework, do the wash,
Iron the clothes, put on the squash,
Shop for groceries, cash a check,
Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck!

Dinner time it soon will be,
"What's for dinner?" Wait and see!
Dirty dishes fill the sink,
Make some popcorn and a drink,
Will they never go to bed,
Will I never get ahead?
Bring them water, get the light,
Turn off the TV, lock up the bike,
Where's my pillow, say your prayers,
Did you lock the door downstairs?

At last in bed, my spouse and I,
Too tired to talk, too weak to cry,
And in the dark I hear him say...

"WHAT DO WOMEN DO ALL DAY?!?"

~~ It's not a me original

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