I am a slave
To its ring
That monstrosity
Of a thing
It calls for me
Night and day
Happily chiming
In its annoying way
And I wonder
What’s the good
To wish for a life
Beyond motherhood
For I was born to clean
Every mess
And so now
I shall digress
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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I was and dry the clothes. My wife can fold them. Rarely happens though.
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Dishes and laundry…. 🤦♂️
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It’s a necessary evil. 🙄🤦🏼♀️😝
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That’s not you hanging out of that dryer is it? Lol!!
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No, but it may as well be. Lol… 😂
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Lol!!!
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Great poem! As I have to go downstairs and across the parking lot to use apartment laundry facilities, it’s not my fave chore 🙂 Especially in winter rain/snow/ice…
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I really shouldn’t be complaining! At least mine are right off the kitchen! Lol…. 😉
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Yes, I’m jealous! 🙂
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🤷🏼♀️Lol….
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🙂 🙂
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Progress !!. a mother’s work is never done…………..
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And honestly… I wouldn’t have it any other way. 🙂
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Laudry is the one chore I detest.
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It’s not the worst chore for me, but it’s right up there with so many others I dislike. Lol
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LOL . I’ll cook, wash dishes, mop, anything
before laundry
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Really? Even bathrooms? Lol….
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Yeah, I do bathrooms. LOL
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Well then you’re hired! Lol… I’ll do your laundry if you clean my bathrooms. 😉
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Sounds great
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😁
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