Name Calling

Cheerios scattered on the floor
reminding me of my inadequacies.
A sinking feeling in my stomach.
The boy's in bed and I'm relieved.

I'm not cut out for this.
But it's something I can't quit.
I'm a bad mom.
Too bad. So sad.

Laundry on the floor for 2 days now
mocking my laziness.
Cry it out mama.
The daycare days give me some reprieve.

I'm not cut out for this.
But it's something I can't quit.
I'm a bad mom.
Nanana nabooboo.

Lying on the floor
pondering my purpose.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Maybe I never did.

I'm not cut out for this.
But it's something I can't quit.
I'm a bad mom.
You're rubber and I'm glue.