It does not matter how much sleep I get. It does not matter how much I try to ignore it. It is there. Mocking me. Lingering in every corner. I try and distract myself but can't shake the images and the undying presence. It takes a hold of me and I inevitably take hold of it. It is in every room unmistakably calling out to me. It wants me to give in. I don't want to, but I do. I don't know how to rid myself from the mundane routine I will ultimately find myself. The kids watch me do it, JT knows about it. What can I tell them? Sorry, mommy has to do it, I have no control over the grip it has. Even if I get through one or two days without it, it is there double fold, throwing itself in my face as if to say, you can't shake me. It is never ending. Each day new but oddly the same. I wrote a song about it. It goes along with the beat of "Jesus, Lover of my Soul."
Laundry, mocker of my soul. Laundry, you will never let me go.
You've taken me all day to do, and I know there's still a lot left to do.
And now I know..
I loathe you, I shun you
Though my clothes need clean, I will never cherish you
My laundry, My enemy
I will revolt you until the very end
Laundry, mocker of my soul. Laundry, you will never let me go.
You've taken me all day to do, and I know there's still a lot to do.
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