They fail to mention in the ‘Endless Joys of Motherhood’ reference manual that the day will undoubtedly come when you feel like handing in your resignation without even the consideration of two weeks notice.
Well, lets say, I’m about ready to walk off the job.
I feel taunted by some old John Denver lyrics that keep running through my head – the ones for (I’m a) Leaving on a Jet Plane. Remember that song? I’ve reworked it to better fit my mood:
My bags are packed;
I’m ready to go,
I'm standin' here, outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye …
But the day has come; I can take it no more
The house is a mess, my back is sore
And all of you think that I’ve lost my mind…
So you’re on your own, good luck to you
Friday’s dentist appointment, is for half past two
You’ll find clean underwear, inside your top drawer.
Cause I’m a leav’ing
You’re such a drain
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
But right now, I feel its time to go….
There are far too many, socks on the floor
Lunch bags bursting with old apple cores
Toys and homework, simply thrown around
I guess you figure, I’m the one
That needs to pick up, after everyone
But here’s a shocker for you all to bear…
I’m a leav’ing
You’re such a drain
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
But right now, I feel I’d better go…
The calendar, is jammed packed
Music, karate, birthday parties a fact
Laundry, lunches, science projects due.
“Here she goes again”, you all say with a yawn
When I tell ya the dog has pooped on the lawn
I know I’ll end up cleaning it my-self.
The milk is low, the hampers heaped high
I’m shrugging my shoulders, and think with a sigh
It’s too bad, it had to end this way
But I’m a leav’ing
You’re such a drain
Don’t know if I’ll be back again
But right now, I’m heading out the door.
“Hey!”
“Mom!”
“What’s wrong with her?” one son asks another.
“I don’t know. She looks comatose. Maybe she’s been drinking dad’s homemade wine.”
“Yeah. That must be it. She looks all happy.”
“Well, of course she’s happy. She’s got us, doesn’t she?”