as a single mother by choiceis hardly a cakewalk.
Listen closely as I talk:
There's the lack of a father,
an overworked mother,
the needing to stay well,
the days that feel like hell.
I don't go out at night,
can't afford a social life.
The house looks like a wreck.
Every room. No need to check.
I worry about staying alive,
leaving behind a child still five.
It's always time to shop for food.
My fitness level is no good.
When do I get a break?
At least there's no earthquake!
Friends just returned from Sundance, Florida,
a Caribbean cruise, Costa Rica.
We did go skiing, and it was great.
I shouldn't complain, just need to sate
my need for quiet alone time.
Is that such a crime?
I get it when the boys are at school.
I embrace the peace and refuel
by making a sincere attempt
to eat healthy and look less unkempt.
As the winter's been mild,
I'm not desperate to go wild
at Club Med like in earlier years.
Will skipping a trip lead to tears?
Vacation funds were already spent
trying to land a literary agent
at a conference on the West Coast
as publication is what I want most.
I love my boys dearly.
They are my life, quite clearly.
But can I have a coupon to a spa?
Please. That's all I might need, this poor Mama.
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