"Head...Shoulders...Knees and...SOCKS!"

I walk through the front door and see it before me.

It causes me to think…

I don’t want to be “mommy.”
I don’t want to cook dinner.
I don’t want to do the dishes.
I don’t want to pick up Cheerios off the floor.
I don’t want to watch Sesame Street.
I don’t want to give the child a bath.
I don’t want to rock him to sleep.
I don’t want to make his lunch for tomorrow.
I don’t want to do the work I brought home with me.

I just want to read the new 2005 Ikea catalog.

And after doing all the things that I have to

I do. And it is good.