I'm Use To Confused

Bamboozles often and frequently slam my zoozle with gobsmack confusion attacks, so much so that I thought this unsated mental state was everyone’s slate of facts. If we were to muse on bamboozles, as such, I would happily offer some of my much: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I am the only female riding in a car, all passengers hand me their trash – what the bizarre? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At home, I see everything everywhere until I need it – then it’s hiding nowhere. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No matter how much I read in hair product aisles, understanding what all does remains a trial. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When workday and maternal night duties come to an end, a pet will do something to deny or delay my craved sofa blend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My family truly confuses my female parts for a locator. They ever seek me to seek their needs; not one could even find a whole pig in the refrigerator. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I once woke and then made my face up, now I try to erase it with all sorts of funky stuff. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I’m focused on a TV show, everyone speaks, comes a commercial and there’s not a single peep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Seems it's always a Friday when I wake sick and puny, a day my doctor usually doesn't have time to see me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My sock graveyard has a higher sock score than any family member’s sock drawer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No one can tell navy blue clothes and hose from black, why can’t we simply eliminate navy to solve that? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When my house is totally clean, no one visits my domestic scene. When my home if filth awry, the whole world wants to come on by. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If I fly, jump and cartwheel to answer my ringing phone it will be one of many salespeople who won't leave me alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please, never direct me to go east, west, north or south! I don’t wish to brake, exit the car and sun scout. For me, left or right is best for arrival to work out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One morning I prayed for my child while driving to work – I got a ticket for running a red light. A prayer perk? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have I shared too little or spilled so much that my poem is reader abuse? I have no answer for this issue, so I leave you to muse all my confused.