A Mother's Misery

I'm sitting here quietly thinking
about the way I've spent this day,
wondering if it was different
than what I did yesterday.
I've made the beds, bathed the kids
changed their ***** butts,
washed the clothes, scrubbed the floors
and fed the lousy mutt.
Only to find an hour later an
odor in the air,
one of them kids done **** their drawers
and another is pulling his brother's hair.
I find myself screaming my lungs out
like it does me any good,
it only makes my throat sore
I swear my kids knew it would.
I was watching the news today
they were talking about child abuse,
they said people who beat their kids
ain't got no **** excuse.
I'd like to get that ******* to
come stay here for a day,
let him go back on the show tomorrow
and see what he has to say.
Kids they're such a blessing
now who in the world said that,
they sure as heck don't have no kids
I know that for a fact!
They wait until you're busy
planning their strategy,
all the sudden all hell breaks loose
they're like their own little army
out to irritate me.
I try my best to bare it
grinding my teeth down
to the gums,
all the while under my breath
I'm calling my husband a
lousy ****.
That ******has it easy
goes to work from 9 to 5
leaves me with these little
beasts and tells me "You'll survive".
Now what the heck does he know
he hardly ever babysits,
on rare occasions when he does
he throws a fricken fit.
He's never changed a ***** diaper
I don't think he ever would,
He always says "That's your job honey"
I doubt he even could.
When he comes through the door at night
plops his *** right on the couch,
says "What's for supper babe
and why you such a grouch"!
Wake up and smell the coffee
you don't know what I've been through,
now tonight I'm supposed to play
***** queen like I got nothing else better to do.
I might just have to cut this short
cause I just heard a crash,
one of them kids is at it again and
it's time to bust their ***!
Have you ever been on the phone
or answering the door,
only to turn around to a box
of Fruit Loops all over the floor?
Then there's my personal favorite
I have to quickly mention,
the food fights round the table
that get my **** attention.
That's when I pull out the handcuffs
from the local five and dime,
chain their ***** to the bed
finally the last laugh is mine!
For those of you who have no kids
heed my warning if you will,
get yourself some birth control
and don't forget to take your pill!

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
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