I am finding my enthusiasm starting to wain,
with my motivation today, down the drain.
There is a list of things I so want to do,
but there is also a list of what I have to do.
One seems to come at the expense of the other,
and who is this kid who keep calling me mother?
Laundry, vacuuming, dusting and dishes,
they all make demands, smothering my wishes.
Who will make dinner? Oh right! That's me.
A family favorite tonight, salad and spaghetti.
I now feel my creative juices start to fade,
I love my life, but can I have a maid?
That poem speaks loudly to probably every single woman.
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