Sometimes at the end of a long sub day
The kids come home and there’s hell to pay
The dishes from morning are still in the sink
There’s a lamp on the table and it sure makes me think,
“Why do I cook and do shopping and clean
And all of the other shxxx all in between
While they can do school and come home and relax
I swear those ungratefuls can go kiss my… donkey.”
And then I remember
“They’re only teenagers!
With just a few short years left
Don’t you think you should savor
The fact they do homework? That they don’t argue much?
When, Andrea, when, will it be enough?
When your son stops his ticcing?
When you sell your next book?
When you get on a show?
When you hire a cook?
When you hire a maid?
When you get a new car?
Perhaps what you want is not really that far
You’ve got cars to drive in
You’ve got water to run
You’ve got food in the fridge
In a nutshell… you’ve won!
Stop waiting for Stink to stop making those sounds…
For the toilet seat lid to just for once to go down
The magic is happening… RIGHT AS YOU TYPE
With the neighbor kid laughing and the sweet pumpkin spice
That’s in my diffuser
Plus there’s chill in the air
It’s Fall time at last
And these days, I swear
It’s becoming more clear
That’s it’s my attitude
That keeps me most happy
That indeed sets the mood
So I’ll set all boundaries
I’ll remind them of dishes
I’ll have them fold laundry
But this mom – she wishes
To remember that mostly
This time… it’s so short
It seems yesterday, friends, they were setting up forts
And now they have cell phones
And geometry tests
So I’ll do what I can
But let God do the rest
In closing I wish
That no matter your deal
You’ll focus on things that are precious and real
The hugs and the smiles
The books by the fire
Because when kids are gone
And it’s time to retire
You’ll miss all the chaos
(Yup, even “those” sounds)
And wish those sweet donkeys were still coming around.
Until next time,
May God grant you the serenity to accept the tics you cannot change, the courage to change the tics you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
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3 thoughts on “When Will It Be Enough? Oh, You Mean NOW?”
I loved your Dr Seuss type rhymes!
Thanks, friend. Was just thinking of you as I walked by Mason Park. 🙂