Chaotic Rampage

I’m sick of the fucking laundry
Picking it up off the floor
Especially after it’s been washed
Over and over again
This is always how it goes
Wash, dry, fold, put away
Back on the floor again
Making the cats a bed

I’m sick of the toys
Always on the floor
No, not always
I make you pick them up
Day after day
Time after time
You’re learning to put away as you go
But I can’t always remind you
As I’m catching up on all the other crap

I’m sick of the dishes
I can’t ever find the silverware
And how many plates have I broken
Just because I’m a klutz
By the time the dishes are done
I have to use them again
Because three meals a day
Are what my Babies need
So here we go again

I’m sick of those little bits
That you can use for something later
They’re always in my way
I have nowhere to put them
and they’re driving me crazy
along with the tools
always left out and about

I’m sick of the pantry
The food that’s not put away
On those shelves so neatly displayed
Not that I can find what I’m looking for anyway
Because it’s a fucking mess
It takes three months to change the light bulb
Because I keep forgetting and made a fucking mess

So today I say fuck it
I have a whole box of trash bags
And that’s where it’s all going
Today
Mommy’s going on a chaotic rampage