Theme: A few of my favourite things
Look after yourself, be kind, she says
But there’s so many things to do
You’re going to burn out she says
I’m fine, not running on empty yet
Just one more job then I’ll rest, I say
To a tut and a roll of the eyes
One little job can’t hurt I say
Here comes the sigh and walk away
Oops, now there’s 3 jobs to do
Oh wait, now there are 4
But it’s fine, I can squeeze them in
They won’t take much time
Crash. Collapse. Unable to move.
I told you so she says.
(And so does the man
Subtle as ever)
It’s one thing to listen to others
Will I ever listen to myself
And take a week off?
I doubt it she says