My lists are essential, the new form of me
I write and rewrite them as neat as can be
Asterisks, numbers outlining the chores
Penned in my smartphone or a pad from the drawer
My list captures details, sees duties are met
God knows what would happen if I should forget
The sneakers, the lunch snacks, the trips and the rest
This list-raving lunatic will kill my soul yet
This is not what I signed for, not what I’d hoped
I wanted home blisses and now I feel choked
Minutia, non-crucials just deaden my soul
Once I was well bred and now I’m a troll
How do I get out from under these tasks?
I fret and I fear I’ll lose it and crash.
The bicker, the dropped towels, the socks in the hall
Infuriate! Why don’t they come when they’re called?
Here’s the solution, here’s what I can do,
Talk with friend/mothers who gave things up too.