The Angry Mom Song

I am fed up with being an angry mom I'm fit to be tied and their doing it wrong I didn't ask for much, just some time alone But 4 busy hands are tagging along Oh how I love them. Let me count the ways But this different person, this new phase This figet spinner, epidemic craze I feel like they hate me, most days Each day they grow more wise I see it in their intentional eyes Manipulating mom provides a rise With repetitive, horrific sounding cries Go outside! I can't deal Yes, my child, I'm for real I need a moment of quiet and still It's time to take my happy pill I'd be long gone if looks could kill But I'm still alive against my will There must be a bucket you could fill Just keep it outside so it can spill Give me a break and I'll prepare a meal It's truly a shame to feel this way It's hard to feel and worse to say My fried nerves have gone astray But this is only every other day