I was talking to a friend about habits,
Those autopilot parts of life.
And I confessed that I have none.
Some nights I am too tired
To brush my teeth!
Me, too! she said.
Do we talk about the reality of life?
Like: I don’t tuck my children in
And kiss them.
Like: though we eat dinner,
We might have only one other meal,
And some snacking, on no schedule.
I don’t usually think this makes me less
Of a person or a mother.
It just is what it is.
But if it’s encouraging that my home
Is neither ordered nor ideal, I guess,
Be encouraged.
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