Laundry, dishes, and dirt

This is what I'm feeling today but almost every day.  Here's to you, moms.  Copyright 2014.

Laundry, laundry, everywhere.
Laundry, laundry, here and there.
Laundry on the floor and stairs.
Am I the only one who cares?

Dishes, dishes, piled up high.
So many to wash I just might cry.
Wash, dry, put away, repeat.
It's so hard to keep my kitchen neat.

Dirt, dirt, all on the floor.
I sweep it up, but then there's more.
The kids and dog just bring it in.
It's a battle I feel I cannot win.

I know one day there will not be
as much laundry, dishes, and dirt to see.
I will miss washing all the uniforms
and mending the pants that are worn.
I will miss the dirty cups and plates
that were left by friends who stayed over late.
I will miss the dirt clumps from the cleats
that scored a run in the game last week.

So I'll just savor the moment and all the work
and cherish the laundry, the dishes, and dirt.