This job, the early morning rush of breakfasting and backpacking and signing of the homework and you forgot to wash my favorite shirt or I'm thirsty/hungry/grumpy/coughy/sneezy or you forgot to read my mind.
This job, nap-less afternoons of sweeping and sweeping and droopy eyes and little people meltdowns and lunches and snacks and more sweeping. And more sweeping.
This job, I'm still waiting for a paycheck. This job where so much is expected and this job I can't ever be enough.
I need more hands. And arms and legs. And brooms.
This job without any breaks. Always a need, a nose, a mouth, a missing sock or Lego piece. A phone ringing and a diaper or battery that needs changing.
This job I collapse at the end of the day.
Only to begin all over again. This job neverending.
And still without a paycheck of money that I can spend.
Who could do such a job?
I must be made of something pretty powerful. Unbreakable and indestructible. I must be amazing.
This job oh, my God, I don't ever want to quit.
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