An outlook on some days I have that never seem to end.

I made the dinner, I made the pie,
the dishes, the laundry, oh me oh my.
What else I did I can't seem to recall,
'cause I'm too tired to remember it all.

I took the dog out for a run,
I rode my bike now that was fun.
I made candles for the Christmas holiday,
But they didn't come out right anyway.

I made a lot of lotion and soaps galore,
And I'm still wondering what I did that for.
Gift bags of salts and potpourri,
I'm still making goodies, oh whoopee.

I'm so tired I think I'll drop dead,
But I don't know if I can find my bed.
There was more I did but cannot recall,
'Cause I'm too tired so that is all.