Every day I find the same.
A pig pen, a pit, an icky space.
Welcome to my house!
It's always a mess,
even though I do my best.
Crayons, coloring pages, animal hair!
Game controllers, and hot wheels everywhere!
Half finished games, and projects not completed
leave my spirit utterly depleted.
The torn remains of tantrums strewn about.
Will no one pick them up and throw them out?
Don't even get me started on the perpetual disaster that is my kitchen!
Just half a description will have most of you flinching!
"Enjoy your children now!" The wise women exclaim.
How can enjoyment be achieved in this shambled array?
So here I sit on my bathroom floor.
Behind a closed and bolted door.
Hoping a ridiculous hope so high!
That someone else will clean this sty!
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