My Wife's Inner Monologue
Oh, to occupy that head of yours if only for a moment or two. How nice it must be to have no worries no urgency. To sprint up thirteen steps only to yell down immediately, “Does anyone know why I am up here?” To never have to worry about being on time someone takes care of that for you. Oh, and the bills: Quick! Who gives us electricity? Yeah... didn't think so. To be the one playing on the floor, making them laugh when it’s that time to leave while I make sure they have food, clothes, bibs… an endless checklist so long, check detailed, check it would make You shiver. Oh, it must be so, so, so nice. But all this is nonsense, correct? We both know what’s true. That without your calm my go-go would spiral into oh-no. Oh, and in regards to you, with no me,