Sunday Is a Blur
we baking cookies
cooking meals for the week
the shoppings done
while you grill I'll do the checkbooks
who fed the dogs
who left the milk out
Sundays a blur of chores and activity
laundry and sorting
planning the week
throw a holiday in there
travel stress and the desire for solitude
not even 100 cups of tea
can soothe this away!
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