When a handful of
chocolate chips
might suffice as dinner.
While the children are eating
I turn the TV on for them and then
lay face down on the couch
and wish it were bedtime.
My greatest desire
is to curl up under the bed.
I wish people would stop looking at me
like I'm some kind of adult.
Hello, there's still a kid in here.
And even the chocolate chip cookies
my husband made today
are not making me happy.
Deadlines glare,
threatening to overwhelm me.
Whose life is this?
Who is in charge?
Because surely it ain't me.
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