Where do all the socks go?
Not long ago they were a pair.
I have this pile of odd ones in the laundry that I can’t seem to throw out,
Single and lonely they are, sitting there spare.
Sharpie stains grace the couch,
I let the twinnies go if it gives me one second of quiet and peace.
I was embarrassed by this state of disarray,
Until I found that you can cover them simply with a rug or fleece.
Don’t get me started on the cutlery,
It has a habit of filling up with this and that, does this drawer.
From chopsticks to drink bottle caps, kids panadol syringes,
I swear I had the forks in their own little section before.
And as for the toys in the bathroom,
If you’ll allow me to be a little bold.
They get scooped out of the tub and into the tray when the kids get out – well sometimes this happens,
But if you look closely they’re all covered in mould.
Not one often speaks of their skirting boards,
It’s not a topic you hear whilst waiting in line for your coffee.
The dust and grime that seems to settle there on it’s own,
I really need to get down scrubbing on hand and knee.
The sheets would benefit from some bleaching,
The linen press could do with a bit of an update, I must admit.
There are towels in there that we’ve both had since we were at uni,
They’re starting to fray at the sides, a little bit.
The kids keep growing up in sizes,
The weather changes from freezing to warm.
I don’t know where to put the footy boots now that the season is over,
Or what to do with the precious baby clothes, I’m a little torn.
There seem to be squishmallows everywhere you look,
They weren’t around when I was a kid.
The Lego box is overflowing,
That playdough needs a lid.
Taking your shoes off isn’t compulsory,
These old floorboards have seen some use.
It’s a common occurrence to trip over a scooter inside,
There’s often animals on the loose.
But luckily there’s always plenty of food to be found in the kitchen,
Something being cooked in a tin or a pot.
Pantry’s loaded, fridge is stocked, the fruit bowl bursting,
So grateful that I love to cook because a family of eight sure eats a lot.
Always laughter round the table and warm beds to jump into at night,
In this tight ship that Cork Daddy and I currently run.
Always someone to annoy or have a chat to,
In this chaotic, happy life – if I was to put it into one word, it’d have to be “fun”.
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