Don’t ask me what I did all day,
it’s written all over your face.
I know your day was busy,
but mine was much the same.
The kitchen is piled with dishes,
glasses added by the hour.
Every surface filled with clutter,
and I could use a shower.
You see, staying home with children,
is a different kind of job.
It feels at once joyful,
and like being smothered by a mob.
Overall I’m grateful,
to be here to watch them grow.
But some days can be so tough,
it’s the hardest thing I know.
I’m not sure I can explain it,
what it is I do all day.
For it’s everything and nothing,
in the biggest kind of way.
I spend my days loving them,
and help sort through their feelings.
I teach them how to love themselves,
to be respectful and find meaning.
Some days are filled with conflict,
when all they do is fight.
That’s where I come in, to help,
and calmly steer them right.
On top of this I really try,
to keep the house somewhat clean.
I scrub toilets and fold laundry,
but that often goes unseen.
I cook meals and fix snacks,
clean the kitchen when I can.
But you see there’s always someone needing me,
and I only have two hands.
All of this takes all of me,
And I do it everyday.
For my hope is they’ll grow up happy,
and know they’re loved in every way.
So when you come home and look around,
don’t wonder what I’ve done.
Yes it’s a mess and so am I,
but another day is won.
We’ll look back one day,
when it’s just you and me.
We’ll wonder where the time went,
this will be a blur - trust me and you’ll see.
So for now just know,
that when you’re home I need you.
For all day long I’m lonely,
and when you’re here we’re two.
I know your day was busy,
but you know mine was too.
So lets tackle this together,
and share our stories while we do.