A Sick Mom

A Sick Mom
By Erin Sivert
November 6, 2013

A sick mom cannot “go lay down and rest”
As her well meaning yet clueless husband will suggest
Her head will be on a pillow and covers up to her chin
But all she can think of is the state her house will be in
For she knows the laundry will end up all over the floor
And no one will bother to shut the fridge door.
Fruit snack wrappers will be all over the place
And chocolate chips will be smeared on each un bathed face
How about popcorn for dinner and some Lord of the Rings
Oh please no! Nightmares and bed frights the future now brings
Doors are slamming, kids are going in and out
There is bickering, teasing and a very loud shout
The kids don’t get homework done, no one takes a shower
The sick mom locked away in her room now has no power
She hears crying after the little one crashes his bike
OH! hubby will never know what it’s like
To be forced by an illness to stay in a bed
When you’d would rather be running the household instead.
Hours past bedtime the kids are finally down
Nobody brushes, and PJ’s aren’t found
The house is finally quiet and hubby checks in on you
He says, “I bet now that your rested, you’re good as new”---
Sick mom just smiles and gives a praise of “well done”
And he thinks hundreds of brownie points are now won.
So, you see- a sick mom cannot “go lay down and rest”
As her well meaning yet CLUELESS husband will suggest.