I'm more than a mom, I'm more than a cook, I'm more than some pretty face you give dirty looks(when you're older) And it's not easy- to be - me. Wish that I could lie. Fall upon my knees, find someway to cry, about a home that's never clean. It may sound absurd, but don't be naive. Even heroes (I'm Supermom) have the right to weed (gardening is therapeutic). I'm very disturbed, but won't you agree, even heroes have the right to flee (I gotta get out of here). It's not easy -to be- me. Up up ahead, away from meeee. It's alright, you can all sleep sound tonight (because the screaming kid is not at your house). I'm not crazy.....or am I? Lyrics by Me but my band name is: Five for Folding Laundry For.
(PS, I wrote this the other night when a certain little lady had woken up screaming 4 consecutive nights in a row, but now we've had two nights without incident - finger crossed and prayers answered it stays this way!)
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