Last night I sat in my favorite chair, in my favorite room, on my very favorite day. It was glorious. Nothing pressing to do. But then I looked at the time and noticed it moving ever forward to the inevitable….
“I don’t want Sunday to end”
I thought in my head.
Thinking about tomorrow,
“Oh Monday–I wish you were dead.”
“Your mood is not good,”
D exclaimed as he headed for bed.
“Maybe I’m PMS-ing” I cried
as I pulled the covers up over my head.
I could not sleep,
so I wrote this note instead…
Feeling I had won, if only for a moment
I fell asleep…until I had to pee.
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning,
“good golly, oh gee”
I rolled out of bed, stood up,
and as I rushed across the floor;
the tender part of my foot stepped on something…
I looked down and realized
the joke was on ME.