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Once or twice a week
From September until March
The hubs plays hockey after work
He's our beer league patriarch

He leaves right at the perfect time
When dinner’s finally ready to eat
Forehead kiss, no eye contact
As I glare over at his seat

Door slams behind his giant bag
As the youngest spills his plate
Our girl complains about the food
Yep, tonight's gonna be just great

Amidst the chaos, I drift off
But quickly snap out of it
When the toddler throws a cup
That hits me right in the left tit

Both kids laugh at their poor mom
Think it’s just so darn funny
There's no doubt these little shits
Make me work for my money

Just kidding there, I make no coin
For the most demanding job there is
Where each and every single day
Feels like a new pop quiz

I look around and all I see
Are messes everywhere
But the bomb inside the kitchen
Is one that simply can't compare

Dinners heap is always huge
Looks like we’ve hosted Thanksgiving
So long to cook, so quick to eat
With a mess that leaves me spinning

Last is bath, and books, and bed
And then it's finally time for me
But the energy I have left by then
Is enough for a quick pee

And so, I head straight off to bed
Forgetting what I will hear next
”Babe, you should have seen this goal I scored!”
Ugh, I think I would have preferred sex