Honey, I'm home!

The old me would laugh, instead I try not to cry

Whoever said staying home was easy - they told a big lie.

Note to self: he’ll be home soon – try hard to be nice

He’s the best husband ever, the love of my life!

He’s helpful, he’s handy, and a great daddy too,

I’ll greet him with a kiss and say ‘it’s so great to see you!’

Uh-oh, I hear the babies – that nap didn’t last

I could have squeezed in a shower, I should have moved fast.

Thank God, there’s the door, daddy’s finally here!

I sigh with relief and the babies start to cheer.

‘Honey, I’m home…that dinner smells great!’

“What’s that supposed to mean?  And why are you late?!?”

Oh crap – hold it together, that’s not what I meant.

But it’s so hard to be friendly when I’m utterly spent.

Let’s try this again – I should ask him about his day:

“Can you hold the baby, and put the laundry away?”

‘I will in a sec, let me take off my shoes…

Did the girls give you trouble? Are you feeling the baby blues?’

“No! I’m just fine!” I defensively say.

In my head, the greeting didn’t quite go this way.

Despite all of that, I get a hug and a kiss,

Now I finally remember the hubby I missed.

I’ll try again tomorrow to be a good mom and wife,

Right after I clean the kitchen and chase after my life!