I clean and cook and wash and iron
I'm half dead on my feet
I'm so bone tired most of the time
I just can't sleep or eat.

I think I need a vacation
Just get away from it all
As far away as I can get
That wont accept telephone calls.

Don't get me wrong I love my family
Without them I couldn't exist
But all the noise and confusion
I certainly could resist.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow
I'll dress up, stop looking like a bum
Gonna grab my sweet ole hubby
Red Lobster here we come.
 

©Ginny Bryant

Ginny's Gift Of Love

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