I stormed out
in a temper, yes.
Everything is expected of me
so, for once, I’ve left him to it.
He can wash up
He can feed the baby
He can get the children dressed.
For once.
I have it all to do,
even on Sundays when he’s home.
The day the good Lord said
‘ye shall rest.’
I have it all to do
the cooking, the cleaning
the washing, the ironing.
I have it all to do
get them up in the morning
put them to bed.
Feed their hungry mouths
tell them stories
listen when they read to me.
I do it all with no bother, usually.
Not today, a Sunday when we are due to go out
something snaps and
I leave my post – the kitchen sink
so out I go and walk and walk and walk.
As I walk my temper subsides.
I don’t care where I walk but
I find the river with swans swimming
rowers rowing, people strolling.
I make my way home, feeling calmer.
He’s done it all, the pots, the children.
Everything.
Being a ‘Drama Queen’ sure gets results.