The Housewife’s Guide to the Rolling Stones

The only time I
stop moving
is
when
my
brain is tangled with
What’s the next job?
Wash the nappies, or the dishes?
Change the beds?
Feed the fishes?
Will I vacuum? Do the shopping? Start the dusting?

Now I’m hopping
from one foot t’other

Do I pick the kids up, or ring my lover?
Feed the cats?
Shake the mats?
Walk the dog? Scour the Bog? Mend that shelf,

or

be myself?

Roll a cig, brew up, read a book, make a picture, write a poem, have a long lazy
bath, even think about making love.
But none of those have any of the rhythm of the above.

Successful home management
rests
mainly with those
who
gather no moss.

(c) Liz Willows 2000