After a hard day at work, my hair may be all over my head.  Please don't look into my face, you may assume I'm dead.
You may find my working shoes, over here, and one over there.  My clothes may be in such a mess, as though I didn't care.
Let me take time to prepare for bed, because I need my rest.  Tomorrow is waiting, for me to look my very best.
By, Sandra J. Nailing