I scrub the walls of fingerprints
Pick up the mound of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-
Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark
Dirty dishes crowd the sink
Just when they're washed a put away-
Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime
From pants worn thin and patched
They look so neat and clean-
Yuck! Look what those pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees
I should have been a nurse
I take it all in shaky stride
Just grateful it's not worse
Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool
They left the neighbor's faucet on-
See their new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy
A reward at the end of my rope
Raising boys isn't really bad-
But first I must wash the soap
A rose can say I Love You
Orchids can enthrall
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist
Oh my, that says it all!
And you know what? I love having boys. When the ultrasound tech told me Scott was a boy, I cried. For hours, that day, and then for days and weeks after that. Even as they were pulling him out, I was craning my neck to try and see over the drapes, asking Nick 'is it a girl? was that tech wrong?' I was DEVASTATED to have a boy! And now I love him to death, and Warren is wearing on me too.
Wanna know something even more unbelievable? I sort of want my next one (I am NOT pregnant!) to be a boy too! That way I'd have my little princess Ava to dote on, and then three rough and tumble boys. Weird, right?