A Moms Life

Dirty dishes everywhere
Clean clothes on the back of a chair
Germs all in the air
Man I need to wash my hair

I clean and wash all day
By tomorrow it will be back the same way
Too much to do
Not enough hours in the day

Boys playing,making lots of noise
Why cant they just pick up their toys
Bigger boys require bigger toys
My head pounds from all this noise

I lay down,weary to the bone
Oh no there goes the darn phone
All I want is to be alone
But I sure miss them when they are gone