My Messy Place

OK, admit it. It's all right, you are not alone. We are all here for you.

I promise, we won't leave ya hangin.

Please, just admit it and you will feel so much better.

You have one to. We all have one.

And I am sad to say that it has become my kitchen table.

A ninth grade Freshman has claimed my table as his.
It is covered with Algebra, Biology, English, Spanish,

and even a football pad or two.

I think I saw a Chemistry book in there, too.

(Please disregard the Wasp Spray, up on top, we have been invaded.)

He won and I lost. It's OK I can admit it. I'm not OCD or anything.

Really I'm not, I promise.

But only until he graduates in four years, and then I swear

(which I try really really hard not to)

to you and the world,

I will reclaim what is rightfully mine!!!!

(laughing hysterically, near tears,with my fist clenched defiantly in the air)

Love to All,

midRae