Oh! My Goodness I Need Super Glue...
From Perfectionist To Super Slob...
I used to be SUPER WOMAN worked and cleaned all day...
Take the kids to all their games and feed any company that came today.
I could bake and clean and sew a button on...
Answer the phone and pay the bills... do homework with the kids...
Walk and groom the dog, oh yea don't forget to poop-er-scoop.
I knew where everything was neatly tucked into it's perfect place...
The bills were paid on time the newspapers neatly stacked
To recycle at the back door...
The laundry was washed ironed and put away each and every laundry day!
The Kitchen sparkles and smelled like Mr. Clean
And I could see myself in the chrome...
The meals were planned with ITALIAN FLARE & PRIDE...
No STORE bought pasta or sauce...
This is just not acceptable!
Bring out the pasta maker and the noodles made with love from scratch...
The pasta sauce simmering on the stove,
sending tantalizing aromas to your nose.
Oh My goodness where has the real me gone?
From Perfectionist to Super Slob
Where did I put that crazy glue?
Will it hold the pieces of my shattered life together?
I knew it comes the health inspector to condemn this place
That used to resemble a healthy happy home...
From triple AAA SUPER MOM and proud Protectionist
To Oh My Goodness Here come SUPER SLOB...
Who Me? Could this really be me? Who am I now?
My Kitchen is in shambles the sink is over flowing...
Ewwww what is that smell?
And when was the last time I cooked a meal?
The table stacked with piles of bills... Just wait I know they are there,
I'll pay them next week... Darn I have to go out into the real world again!
Wait... On line banking my computer will save me again...
I work at night time to avoid the real world as much as possible...
It's the night time world of bats that circle and hide in the light of the DAY!
That's "ME"
Why Lord did my child have to die at such a tender age?
My life as I knew it is over...
Take a good look around see the dust bunnies and the mess
Close the door... I Just don't care!
From Perfectionist to Super Slob...
The death of my child is the only thing I care about...
Death consumes me I was robbed and cheated by death...
My House and life is such a mess..
Bring out the super Glue
I Just don't care
SO THERE!
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