Ode to Hard Work

I can’t do it all, so I don’t even try
Because if I tried to, surely I’d cry
I shun scrapbooking and book clubs
And rarely clean the stove
And still you might ask,
Why I’m still so overload?

Well, there’s scouts and soccer,
lessons on piano for potential
And dang that laundry seems to grow exponential!
I always dread scrubbing our four showers and tubs
I’d rather read a cookbook all about dry rubs (huh?)

I run my own business, sometimes that a chore
Plus being YW president  is just adding work more.
And I refuse to cook from a package for dinner.
My homemade pesto really is a winner.

I really need to stop, burned out I’m becoming
Spreading myself too thin is so habit forming
So what can I cut out? What can go bye bye?
I’ll gladly give up the demon exercise.

So here’s to being so busy sometimes I sure feel
Like a chicken with her head cut off, who will eventually keel.