My last name is not Kirby and I am darn sure not a Swiffer

Don't you try to dodge the ball… the penalties are much stiffer

Get to work and do your thing in the household every day

And just remember that housework really doesn't pay

If you are a typical stay-at-home mom slaving everyday...

Cooking and cleaning and laboring your precious time away...

You must be doing it for love not for a tangible reward

It's an invaluable service that only your love could afford

It's the love of your children; it's the love of your family

That keeps you cleaning until it all looks so pretty

Dusting and waxing and cleaning everything with no pity

I know the feeling people because I, too, have been there

Trying to deal with the housework and the daily wear and tear

Some folks say housework is a very satisfying feat

But I say they are crazy, housework is not a treat

If everyone would do a small part the house would remain neater

I have no desire to be in the kitchen suffocating like I'm in the heater

I don't want to be the last person who always has to stay

After everyone else is gone to put everything away

I'd like to sometimes be the one to go to bed early

And rise next morning confident I would get a cup of tea

I'd like to leave the dishes in the sink and go my own way

And know that there'd be nothing left for me to do next day

But I could dream now, couldn't I?... at least for a little while

Let me have my illusions people, please, don't you cramp my style

Copyright Pamilla deLeon- Lewis, 2005