tuesdays tirade

it has come to my attention, in this world we call blogging,

that it is predominantly the bliss-filled moments we're logging.

is everything unicorns, rainbows, and dreams-

do i stand all alone when i say i like screams?

what is everybody on? is it some happy pill?

if so, tell your pharmacist to make some for jill.

for i love my life, my hubby, and my kids-

but there are a few times that i just blow my lid.

bedtime for one starts out happy and gay,

but then i become a famous mom played by faye...

her names mommie dearest "no wire hangers" she yells,

and i find myself thinking "hmm, i like what she sells".

after this nightly routine, i go stare in to space,

while rob is downstairs thinking candles and lace.

so while i'm not proud it has happened to me

but as its so often said 'the truth sets you free'.

i wouldn't trade for the world what is my life's deal,

i'm just a believer in 'keeping it real'.

thank goodness the joy so outweighs all the bad

and every morning i wake i feel happy and glad.

for it's a new day, i'm so inspired in my life

i just need to simmer down - be a good mom and good wife.

so thanks all who listened to my long-winded spew

before you judge harshly, it could happen to you.