Who needs a mop?

Who needs a mop?
I know that I don't.

I tell my children to stop,
They're sassy and say, "I won't".
On my hands and knees I scrub my floors daily.
Should I actually throw my mop away?--Maybe.

Sometimes I feel like I am going crazy.
I spend all my days cleaning.
No longer do I ever feel lazy.
So exhausted, I find myself leaning,
Against walls to hold me up.
Do I love motherhood? most of the time--Yup!

This poem is so silly!
I am exhausted today.
Eliza has been so sick, Really!
I do all this work without getting paid.
Even when I am so tired,
My kids are still totally wired. . .

It's a good thing I love them!

Perhaps I should have entitled this,
"The exhausted mother with sick kids and a messy house". . .
no, that is too long.

I hope everyone else is feeling and doing well!
Have a great day.