Mother, Wife or Slave?

by Fiona, Puddles, Swings and Whatever Life Brings

It’s not that I’m complaining,

But I want my feelings known,

I feel like I’m a servant,

In this place I call my home.

.

The floors just will not clean themselves,

And neither will the dishes,

And no matter how much I rant and rave,

No-one grants my wishes!

.

I gazed into the laundry room,

And saw the mound of clothes,

All thrown in messy little piles,

I didn’t want to know.

.

So I walked into the hallway where,

My children’s rooms all meet,

And stepped on lots of hot wheels cars,

All strewn around my feet.

.

I picked one up and threw it at,

The closest bedroom wall,

And held my breath so I’d not swear,

I wasn’t happy at all!

.

I stepped into the bathroom next,

And saw the grimy bath,

Then noticed all the toothpaste smears

I couldn’t help but laugh.

.

My brain was close to meltdown cos,

I didn’t know where to begin,

There was so much that I needed to do,

And then I saw the bin!

.

It’s though I am the only one,

Who notices when it overflows,

Cos all of them just put more in,

And higher and higher it grows!

.

Next the carpets met my gaze,

They also needed cleaning,

I looked at them and rubbed my eyes,

And hoped that I was dreaming.

.

I decided then to make a list,

Of where on earth to start,

But I needed something to motivate me,

Because I was off the chart!

.

I tried my best to prioritise,

And work out things in order,

But it didn’t work and messed my head,

And caused me more disorder.

.

So I went and turned the kettle on,

And took a headache pill,

And vowed to do it later cos,

It’s time for Dr Phil :)

.

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Fiona lives in a large city in Australia with her husband ‘Mr Patient’ and her 3 lovely children: daughter ‘Ella’ is 12 and their boys are: ‘Harley’ who is 8 and ‘Lucas’ who is 5. Both of the boys are diagnosed with Asperger’s. She writes two blogs, one named “Wonderfully Wired” about her family, and a new non-autism blog named “Puddles, Swings and Whatever Life Brings“, where she is rediscovering her inner child.

This post was originally published HERE and was used with her permission.

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One response to “Mother, Wife or Slave?

  1. It’s like you were walking around my house! I love this!

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