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.
