I have to get it done.
Someone’s waiting for it.
I promised.
I always do it.
Nobody else can do it.
Nobody else will do it.
It’s my job.
I’m good at it,
Heck, I’m brilliant at it.
But it’s teachable, OK?
It keeps piling on.
The more I do the more they want.
Just when I think it’s finished, there’s more.
I want to do lots of things.
Must squeeze those in:
Gotta rest,
Gotta exercise,
Gotta eat,
Gotta read,
Gotta be there for the boys.
Must do it well.
Quality.
Must get their thanks.
What if I didn’t do it?
What if I didn’t do the laundry this weekend?
What if I let everyone fend for themselves?
No schlepping baskets down the stairs,
No shifting loads: washer to dryer,
Dryer to basket.
Actually it’s the other way around:
Gotta have method.
No folding in front of the TV,
Multi-tasking,
Using my time well.
So what if we have dirty laundry?
Maybe I could do my own
But then they’d be small loads.
Waste of water.
But wouldn’t it be nice just one weekend without laundry?
Time to write,
Go out,
Take it slow.
Watch life unfold.
Do nothing.
Let the world flow by.
Now wouldn’t that be nice?
4 replies on “Mad Dash”
Try it, Jose. They’ll manage!
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Hi Josée
Thanks for sending me this. I love your poetry, especially laundry.
Congratulations on having your novel shortlisted👍🏽
I started coordinating a non fiction writers group in December with several women from U of T Con’t Ed. There are some very good writers in the group.
I’m trying to keep to a routine. Not easy!
All the best for the New Year!Hope your writing goes better than ever in 2022!
Hugs,
Lucie
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Thanks Lucie! Great to read about your non-fiction writers group. Let’s try to have an outdoor coffee when the weather allows.
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Sure Josée. I’d like that. Let’s wait until this latest CoVid onslaught dies down a bit and go at least for a walk if not coffee on a sunny day.
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