Stubbed toes and bruised feet--
The price I pay to be neat.
Leaky gloves, one side each,
Make my hands smell like bleach.
Toilet scrubber gone a-wry
Flings the liquid in my eye.
Vacuum canister misses the can,
It's now dirtier than when I began.
Mildew buildup and soap scum,
Both are beyond just irksome.
Dust that multiplies in the air,
Endless piles of bathroom hair.
Today's incident is the worse,
Clearly a part of my cleaning curse.
Missing the glass door in a daze,
Scrubbing Bubbles mists my face.
Such is the life of this here Mama,
Her cleaning filled with so much drama.
It never stops; it never ends.
Next time how will it offend?
Do I seem a little desperate? It's getting so hard, this #NaBloPoMo! The bulk of my day today was spent cleaning, so this was on my mind. Pardon my silliness; I just needed to post something before midnight. <sheepish smile>.