The Morn Before Thanksgiving: The Messy House
Twas the morn before Thanksgiving and it’s I in my house
Still awake after the departure of my sweet loving spouse
The daughter and dog are both wiggling in my bed
Thus preventing my sleep tho’ I’d taken my meds
My daughter in her bed she had recently peed
She thinks no more sleep today she shall need
I gave up on slumber and came down the stairs
With daughter in tow, wild and crazy haired
I’d stayed up too late to work on my blog
Now awakened so early I am in such a fog
And then from the walls there arose such a clatter
I jumped off the couch to see what was the matter
Then what should my wondering ears should I hear
But the noisy fan in the furnace I fear
I spend 15 minutes down there in the dark
Then the noise disappears just as quick as it starts
As I climb up the basement stairs I see
All of the things that must be cleaned up by me
The house is a mess that has gotten so deep
How will I clean it on just three hours sleep?
The dishes are piled up deep in the sink
The kitchen itself is a disaster I think.
5,000 art projects spread on the floor
From the foot of the stairs all the way to the door
Legos and bristle blocks and marbles I see
Ready for bare feet, ones I bet belong to me
Toothpaste and soap decorate the bathroom drawers
I don’t even want to know what’s on the back of the doors
Laundry, a mountain that goes to the ceiling
This day will be long, I have a bad feeling
“Who will help with this mess?” I start to cry
I turn to my daughter, who looks up at the sky
Twenty four hours I have to get this all done
I’d better at least better go and put a bra on.
So remember this as I hit “publish” and say
I hope you all have a clean house on Thanksgiving Day!