My poor husband
He comes home late at night
Tired from working on homework so long
Thinking it's time for bed
Only to find that I've been busy
Tearing the apartment apart
Making a big mess
So I can organize
Instead of brushing my teeth
And getting jammies on
I'm still walking
From room to room
With stuff
And I ask him to bring me things
And to put things up here and over there
He does my bidding
And still manages to brush his teeth
And get his jammies on
And now he sits on the floor waiting for me
It seems to me he's always winning
At the getting ready for bed game
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