ONE OF THOSE DAYS

Today was one of those days, when you sleep in a little too late and your mind is in a haze.

You barely make it out of the room so with feet dragging; you get to work and grab the broom.

The baby starts to fuss, rushing to feed you stub your toe, and your husband’s not surprised you cuss.

He gives you an endearing grin, as you begin to feed, seeming to say smile and lift your chin!

There are errands to run and places to be, but oh so little time and a babe tired and fussy.

Just as you get to your front door, you soon realize, you’ve everything but what you left for.

By now your darling hubby, sadly, has left for work, and you’re doing it all, holding the baby.

You have so much to do, but your little one doesn’t want to do anything, but be with you.

Dishes are piling in your sink, looking around you wonder, “What would my mother think?!”

The kitchen needs swept, while in the fridge, there’s old food your husband insists be kept.

You’ve tried to lay the baby down but she cries, so you have to pick her up and dance her around.

It is five o’clock and nothings been done, so you turn on Oprah and pop corn for soap re-runs.

Another amazing woman is on O and you can’t help but wonder, where in you, did she go?

Frustration is building inside, and dismayed by your lack of work today, you heavily sigh.

Your husband get’s home from a long day, and the house is a mess and your hair is array.

He gives you a gentle peck on your cheek and takes the baby, knowing it’s been a long day, or week.

Going to the messy kitchen to make dinner, you’re sad and discouraged, wishing you’d done better.

While dinner cooks you wash a few things, you pause and stare, upset at the tears your emotions bring.

Oh, Heavenly Father, you softly cry, without you here in my life, I don’t know how I’d get by!

After super you’re ready for bed, but there’s so much left to do, before you rest your head.

With the kitchen neat and tidy, baby and dad asleep, you gratefully slip into your nightie.

You pray once more to God above, sadness weighing you down, not thinking you’ve done enough.

A weight is sitting on your mind and heart; you didn’t fulfill your role, or do your part.

Finally you drift off to sleep and dread the day to come, knowing your chores are head deep.

Someone looks down upon you, and gently says, “My daughter, you’ve done all you should do”.

There was no time to sweep, but watching you love your daughter, caused the heavens to weep.

Over the toilet you had not toiled but holding her and calling her princess, reminded her she is royal.

Your to-do list seemed to you to mock, however her grins and giggles made you forget the clock.

A mother isn’t a maid, or servant woman, sure her duties to clean is plain.

However, your house is number two, for your unlike it, your children will always love you!

Heavenly Father looks down proudly, as he watches you fill your motherly role soundly.

So those days when your hair is greasy and frayed and your chores delayed,

All because your children wanted to play and be with you every second of the day,

Just bring out the toys and play with, love and cherish your little girls and boys.

And when they are all grown and away, you’ll look to heaven and say,

“Heavenly Father, I wish and pray that I could have, again, one of those days.”

By: LeAndra Lee