The Stressed out Mom

The anger rushes through me
It’s one that I cannot hide.
I try to swallow it down some
it refuses to subside.
I breathe in deep and hold my breaths
Hoping it will rest.
But it pulses through my veins,
zapping the positive out of my brain.
It eats the good and releases the bad
Feeling over powered by the sad.
I cup my hands and start to pray,
hoping It will all be okay.
Wanting this chaos to leave my home
so I can be all alone.
I need a sign from up above
and a new vacuum to clean up all this stuff.
I hear the turning of the key,
all is quiet, except for me.
I grin, I smile and a kiss for the man,
who’ll soon realize I’ve done all that I can.
He looks at the mess and then to the kids,
“The three of you line up and tell me who the heck did this?”
I grin, I breathe and know I can relax,
I have approximately ten minutes to soak in the bath.
Finally I can get that sense of calm.
This is what it feels like to be a mom.