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
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