Poem: Me

Poem: ME

When yacking with the girls over a drink,

Sometimes I tend to think.

Am I a dying breed?

I think so with all my little deeds.

Just because I like to sew, 

cook lunch thru dinner, clean and mow.

Jack of all trades like a handy man,

An "Expert in nothing" proudly I am. 

To Fix a drip and a squeaky floor,

I'll use pliers and sprinkle talc near the door.

Sewing our costumes is not a trick,

Near the dogs collar I remove a tick

Makin' lobster bisque or (oooh) corn chowder,

To slide into my jeans I'll sprinkle baby powder.

Spring time digging, planting, is my joy,

Helping the kids bring out summer toys.

Making fresh penne in Pesto Paste,

Making mulch with vegetable waste.

In the falls collecting seeds, 

Grateful that there are no weeds.

Shopping lists which I don't dread,

Yes, I use my own bags instead!

We enjoy meals with a cloth napkin,

And cloth diapers our babies sat in.

I'm proud of the things that I can do,

And frankly I enjoy my life too.

So instead of sharing my latest tip,

I'll just sit here and take a sip.

The Story Behind the Poem:

When I first gave birth to my Older Son, at the 4 month mark I remember a cousin asked me "What do you do all day?" I laugh now at the thought. Truly running a household, is a full time job and a half (when my employed husband is home he helps out too). Yes I could eat ice cream all day, but the fruit is so much more rewarding when you grew it yourself.

So, at our bi-monthly girls nights I often sit, and listen. I dont share everything I do at home (I haven't even shared this blog). Because they do so much in their daily lives, SAHM stuff is boring... Time consuming... And it's a little sick that I enjoy it.

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