Rub a dub dub, I cleaned the tub
Cleaning the bathroom is such a thankless job. No one notices when it's clean, but, boy, do they notice when it's not. I'm terrible at cleaning our bathroom. The one that everyone sees on a regular basis gets cleaned fairly regularly, but the one attached to our bedroom? It's embarrassing. I finally cleaned it today b/c I'm avoiding folding clothes. Why I chose cleaning the bathroom over folding clothes is a mystery. Probably b/c Owen makes folding clothes extremely difficult. Okay, Owen makes pretty much every task extremely difficult. He is dubbed Owen the Destroyer in our home.
Anyway, as I scrubbed our disgusting shower (when you live with a man who works in a tire plant, things get gross quickly), I had so many thoughts running through my head. Then, this happened.
The song heard yesterday repeats in my head
Thoughts of loved ones long since dead.
I think of that person I may have offended,
Of our broken cabinet that needs to be mended.
Do I really not know more words to this song?
My son's acting weird. I wonder what's wrong.
So many things for which I'm responsible.
I remember that man that made me uncomfortable.
Why is it always songs I don't care for?
I should really play with my children more.
My husband's birthday, what should I do?
I wish my house didn't look like the zoo.
My thoughts run rampant like they're in a race.
This stupid song helps them keep the pace.
One of the few times I can listen to my brain
Is when I'm scrubbing away at the shower drain.
Well, I should probably go fold clothes for real now. Owen's napping. This time is precious. I must make haste!
Anyway, as I scrubbed our disgusting shower (when you live with a man who works in a tire plant, things get gross quickly), I had so many thoughts running through my head. Then, this happened.
The song heard yesterday repeats in my head
Thoughts of loved ones long since dead.
I think of that person I may have offended,
Of our broken cabinet that needs to be mended.
Do I really not know more words to this song?
My son's acting weird. I wonder what's wrong.
So many things for which I'm responsible.
I remember that man that made me uncomfortable.
Why is it always songs I don't care for?
I should really play with my children more.
My husband's birthday, what should I do?
I wish my house didn't look like the zoo.
My thoughts run rampant like they're in a race.
This stupid song helps them keep the pace.
One of the few times I can listen to my brain
Is when I'm scrubbing away at the shower drain.
Well, I should probably go fold clothes for real now. Owen's napping. This time is precious. I must make haste!