Housework at night

I sit here at 9:45 p.m. and debate with myself: "Blog or dishes?" "Blog or laundry?" Blogging is becoming my favorite way to procrastinate :) Oh, how I wish I was Jeannie from "I Dream of Jeannie". Wouldn't it be great to blink those chores away? Here's a quick little poem sympathizing with all those evening mamas and papas who are finishing up their "busy work" before easing into hopefully a restful slumber.

Of course, until that cute, sleepy kid wakes you around 2 a.m. after a nightmare :)

Falling into Evening

Mama's losing count of dishes done,
Wrinkled shirts call for the iron,
Race cars trapped in seat cushions,
Storybooks need their shelves,
Unnoticed spills show up late,
Mama's hands run through her hair,
Quietly she arranges all again,
Arms full of the necessary,
Counting the minutes knowing,
Her ready book and comfy pillow awaits.

As I lift my head to peek in the kitchen, I secretly hope that those pots and pans cleaned themselves! Time to get on those flattering rubber gloves and tackle these dishes before I lose my chance to read my book. I hate falling asleep after only reading one page. Have a good night everyone!