"The Housewife's Dilemma," A Poetry Post

I could get up.
I could get up or
I could sleep late since it's
only 8 a.m.

I took the kid to school and
the husband's gone to work so
I could get up and
wash clothes or
I could sleep a bit.

I could workout some.
I could hit the treadmill and do
thirty on the elliptical or
I can wash my hair so that when
he comes home,
I'll be fresh and pretty but
it's just too early.

I could look for work.
I could look for work but it has
got to fit my childcare schedule.

Childcare schedule.

I have
sort of
let my wardrobe
die.

If someone hires me I
might look dowdy.

I would.

I could look for clothes but
I don't know; the budget's
sort of tight.

Tight.

God I used to feel
so much more taut but
being home has made me
soft and fluffy.

Like the laundry.

When I dress up for outings
I'm a fox! A fox!
How come I don't know that in
the mornings?

I feel like an old frau!
An old frau with a
closet full of burlap
frocks!

What has HAPPENED TO ME?

And why am I so worked up
so early?
It's Monday!

Maybe I should read.
Reading takes the edge off things.
One thing I know is
this chick's life is
way more screwed than mine so,
hmm. A housewife is lucky,
isn't she?

Isn't she?

-T. D. James-Moss