Float away.

Less than perfectly blissful and unmindful on a weekend, he complains.

Less than perfect on a weekday, about the work turned in, the boss complains.

Less than sounding cheerful over the phone, even if I could be stressed and unhappy, the mother complains.

Complaints everywhere,

There is only so much I can do,

I am a single person, not two,

No multiple personalities reside in me

That can meet every single challenge head-on,

So that I can give it my best, and maybe even come out on top.

Yes, I am surly, because my day is not all right.

Yes, I am grumpy, because the night

Seems endless and the ghosts won't let me sleep,

Because the drive is too long,

And I am weary by the time he comes

To bed, I have nothing left to give,

I just rant away, turn around

To face the wall,

Think of the next day (predictably hard),

Close my eyes,

And pray that peace comes along.

Song of the Day: 'Mercy, Mercy' (The Rolling Stones)