Parenting Monopoly

Oh, bother.
I forgot to write a poem today.  
I was busy rushing around my house -  
up and down the stairs,  
in and out of rooms -  
on a seemingly endless cycle  
of repetitive chores.  
Days like this feel just like  
an unproductive game of Monopoly.  
Instead of properties to collect,  
there were socks to match,  
towels to fold  
and uniforms to find.  
Being pay day,  
I could finally settle some accounts,  
pay some bills,  
and buy some essentials.  
However, there is going to be  
too much month left over  
at the end of my money!  
Pass GO, collect some dirty laundry  
and we all go round again.  
 
Ah, those 'stations'... I know them well.  
I sit and wait there often enough:  
my children's high school,  
the supermarket,  
and various friends' houses  
used as drop-off spots.  
Income Tax?  Yep, more bills!  
Community chest... a letter in a school bag  
asking for volunteers to help  
at some event or other.  
Pass GO, stack yet another pair of shoes
back in the rack where they belong.  
 
Chance: oh great, a pile of books  
has just fallen off the stairs.  
In an optimistic moment,  
I must have thought  
that for the first time ever,  
somebody might actually pick them up  
and put them away!  
Pick up and fold the towels yet AGAIN...!  
Who even needs four towels for a shower?!
Pass GO, and there's no money left to collect:  
I've just gone overdrawn!