A Mom and Her “Friend”
“I’m a mom of two,” she said today.
“My days and nights don’t end.”
“Now, now…there, there, it can’t be that bad,” offered a “friend.”
“There’s poop and puke, croup and tears
“Then there’s colic, too
“And, why the hell did no one tell me age three’s much worse than two?”
Her friend looked shocked. “What do you mean?”
She didn’t help at all.
“I just always think being a mom is such a terrific ball!”
“Come on,” she said, “you know it’s hard always being ‘on.’
“There’s never a break – a chance – a breath
“And something’s always wrong.
“Strained peas in hair, temper tantrums, midnight feeds and more
“I’m sad to remember five years ago
“When my life was such a bore.”
“Me, too,” “friend” said. “My childless days were the worst I had!
“Carpools, playdates, chores and more
“Make ME so very glad!”
Reaching in the fridge just then made her smile a bit.
She poured a glass of wine just then
And took just one small sip.
She slid the dirty glass to “friend” and smiled like an elf
Then she kept the rest of the bottle
To finish for herself.