I am the Minister of Home Affairs
A very demanding portfolio,
In simple terms a housewife
I enjoy being one,
Cooking cleaning gardening and being with my overactive three boys.
The only thing I hate is my husband's one sentence,'What were you doing all day?'
If I overlook to do something,
That sentence irked me that night
So next morning I became sick unable to get up from the bed,
He had to make breakfast and the children's lunch for school.
It was only morning and the poor man looked hassled,
Wait darling till night comes,
And you will bury that sentence deep in your guts for good
As soon as he left I had breakfast and lounged on the sofa with a book,
The breakfast dishes were still in the basin,
The table was a mess with spilled milk and crumbs,
I turned a blind eye to it,
He came with the children early,
I groaned and moaned complaining of a splitting headache,
And sweetly asked if he could make tea for me,
He did.
Then he wore my apron and started to do the household chores,
He washed the dishes, made rhe beds, d8d the laundry and even ironed the boys school uniform,
The boys were demanding, throwing things around the house
Made them put away their toys and clean their room,
For dinner I thought he would cook but no,
He ordered takeaway.
The little one refused to eat as it was too chilly,
My man had to make noodles for him,
Man this is good,
Poor guy had no time to sit in front of the T.V and watch news or football,
He had to put the boys to bed and read them a story,
Now and then he looked at me with appealing eyes,
I did not budge.
Next morning he stood by my bedside with a hot cup of tea and a bouquet of flowers.
"Feeling better, dear,"
Only a little,
Hope you realise the true meaning of your sentences What are you doing all day'
In fact you did not go shopping and the children missed their music and karate classes,
Please don't take housewives for granted
4/1/2025