There’s nothing like the end of week to give yourself a fright.
Aghast, the mirror whispers: You really are a sight.
It’s Friday and you’re thankful. You find you’re taking stock.
Would that you could slow the minutes… maybe stop the clock.
You’re feeling oh-so ragged. You wonder why that is.
You think about your crazy life – household, work, and kids.
You aren’t very pleased today, with self or your reflection.
What happened to good habits? Why now, their stark defection?
Monday threw things off a bit. The shortened week. Remember?
You’re still scratching at your head; how come it’s now September?
Then there is the tell-tale trail – that migraine did you in.
You’re dragging from the aftermath; its murky, mighty spin.
The feeling you should do it all – there’s always more needs doing.
Is that why so late at night – your work you’re still pursuing?
Of course that’s no excuse for not preparing decent meals.
And munching on “whatever” leaves you sluggish in your heels.
You know too little sleep results in dreadful excess eating.
Then you try to zip your jeans, and can’t despite entreating!
You think the drive-thru episode could possibly have hurt?
Big Mac and Fries straight to your thighs? Where is your Spandex skirt?
At least your magazines and files may pass the “Found You!” test.
But what about the stacks of bills? The checklists and the rest?
What else reveals the week’s full plate of more than can be done?
The scattered clothes, your sighs and “ohs,” the friends whose calls you shun?
Your dishes fill the sink and spread in stacks across the kitchen.
You know if offspring left this mess you’d certainly be bitchin’.
Not helping is the hair from Hell – I think you know the sort.
You grabbed the scissors late at night and damn, you cut too short!
You poof, you twist, you tease, you spray, you hope the rollers aid.
Perhaps a retro liner look offsets the mess you made?
The week continued strangely with those mailings to the dead.
No wonder all you want right now is snoozing in your bed!
Your reckoning comes none too soon – there’s so much to be done!
Your work of course, as usual, but battles to be won –
The need to get good habits back, reclaiming sleep (and reason);
must this be the way it is, beginning of each season?
Why is it that we’re hit with weeks that nudge us to the edge?
We manage to get through them, yes, but then we want to vedge…
Your Adult Self is wagging with that Know-It-All big finger.
Get off your keyboard NOW and be productive. Do not linger!
Poor sleep and extra coffee? Stuck cursor drove you mad?
In theory it is Friday so you shouldn’t feel so sad.
Perhaps you will catch up at last this weekend if you can,
though likely you’ll say “yes” again where NO’s the better plan.
And as for friends to whom we say “I’m sorry but I’m busy,”
what would they think if they could see our frenzied frantic tizzy?
Boundaries are an option that too many will not set.
Do you say yes too often, when NO’s a better bet?
Perhaps the lesson in all this is smartly to say nyet.
We all take on too much these days, which often we regret.
“Not this week but next” is neither crime nor indication
that we aren’t capable, in fact it’s vindication.
We truly are positioned to give more with calm and zest,
to reckon on our better selves when taking breaks and rest.
If only what I say to you, I could enact for me.
Check back next week and ask right here. Til then we’ll wait and see.
Excellent! The sing song rhythm lightens the weight of the topic. I am quite comfortable with saying no. I never was until I started writing seriously. I horde my time since there is so little of it.
How do you manage to say “no” to someone that you love? To tasks that crowd and grab and grasp and nudge and slam and shove?
(I’m serious, I’d like to know. Brenda, shed some light! I think this is the modern woman’s enervating plight.)
I’m trying to stretch myself by saying yes to things that come my way more often. I really could handle it all if I wasn’t so busy wasting my time on stuff that didn’t matter, but somehow feels good to my brain.
Years ago I used to play a lot of Freecell and computer Solitaire. Somehow the repetitive pattern-making was soothing to my brain. Now FB and checking my email is soothing and comforting. I wonder if I could set up my computer to give me an electric shock if I try to check my email more than once a day?
Laugh out loud good. xoxo
Love it! Like a crisp Happy Hour cocktail, your rhyme time is the perfect Friday afternoon treat.
Here’s hoping your weekend brings rest, real meals, and maybe a cute wig! 😉
All suggestions welcome – for curls or wigs and more!
(Must I really cruise the mall in search of costume store?)
As to the Friday cocktail, wish I could begin.
Alas I fear remaining tasks would plummet in the spin!
‘Tis time again (perhaps, she says) for K and Coffee drinking.
Do you think it runs the risk of damaging my thinking???
Harried, haggard, oh my, oh yes!
Moving, lugging, hauling, working,
Means little time to clean a mess.
Choices, plans, what to do tonight,
Home alone or cocktails or three
Are my choices of delight.
May you find cleanliness and rest
from all that is on your plate.
Relax and enjoy for that is what’s best!
Love the rhyme. It’s just sublime! 😉
Haven’t a rhyming bone in this body – I’m in awe of yours!
Oh what a blessing! I am not alone! I really needed this this morning – thank you.
Goodness gracious you are so witty
I truly enjoyed this little ditty
The week you’ve had
Sounds really bad
So grab a wine glass
and plop on your ass
Kick you feet up and say
Don’t bug me ’til Monday!
Wine in the morn if I”m feeling forlorn?
Feet on a cushion and zero brain-pushin?
That sort of glee sounds good to me –
Better than yoga, or guy in a toga!
🙂
The solution to all of this is to start cocktail hour earlier & lie down on the sofa whenever you are hit with guilty thoughts about housework 😉
Really cute post 🙂
Despite the fact you’re kinda stressed
You wittily rhyme ‘longside the best.
You get your angsty stuff cleared out
Your poem -much to laugh about.
But truth be told it’s often hard
To hold the wife and mommy card.
You speak for many when you say
We do too much each and every day.
Sharon Greenthal, Big Gold Star!
Smiles for you, wherever you are!
🙂 🙂
Catchy-catchy Poetry there! Loved it and can relate. Vicious cycle, isn’t it! Times like these are when a good sense of humor comes in handy…
I have so very much on my plate
That in reading this I find myself late
Just sent all my family on their way
Have 5 days to finish in just this day
Behind in my writing but I’m so tired
I’m afraid it’s exhaustion in which I’m mired……
Laptops are better chopped or even popped
and eaten in small bites nightly, otherwise
use hollandaise once over lightly.