This is my life:
Some homes try to hide the fact
That children shelter there.
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges on the door;
I should apologize I guess,
For the toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children:
We played and laughed and read.
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine,
their eyes will shine instead.
For when at times I’m forced to choose
The one job or the other,
I want to be a homemaker
But first I’ll be a mother.
I should say I try to make this my life. I'll admit sometimes the house is dirty not because I'm playing with you, but because I'm too darn lazy to clean it.
I'm trying to be a good mom though. I really want to make magical memories for you that you cherish. Hopefully you'll remember more of the good rather than the bad times.