In A Stew!

Hot enough to kill you
So much work to do
Kids driving me crazy
I'm really in a stew.

Love my kids don't get me wrong
But they never do stop eating
Can't wait until that school bus comes
Cuz I'm sure taking a beating

Children will be children
I think we all know that
But husbands are another thing
And then there's that darn cat.

Just can't get out of the kitchen
They are all on different shifts
If I'm not fixing burgers
I'm patching up their rifts.

They tell me that's the way it is
When families are close together
One thing I sure look forward to
Won't be this way forever.

©Ginny Bryant

Ginny's Gift Of Love

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