Pass Over the Blues

Passover is approaching
I am pulling out my hair
All needs to be perfect
Why, oh, why do I care?

Purim has come and gone
A few more weeks to go
I’m freaking out daily
OCD’s out of control.

Kashering the oven
The countertops, too
There’s so much tumult
Like living in a zoo.

Dreading three days of chag
Eating, fighting and tears
Cooking, cleaning for the mob
It’s a job I always fear.

This year we are hosting
Ten of us under one roof
Can you feel my anxiety?
Do you need more proof?

Everything must be perfect
All meals served on time.
Trying to please everyone—
Is that such a big crime?

There is too much to do
Too many things to buy
The bills come in and
Hubby lets out a sigh

My credit card is maxed
Believe me, I’m not joking
Card readers at the stores
Are constantly smoking!

Ten people, three meals a day
Many requests to fulfill
Tons of paper plates thrown out
We will need our own landfill

Constant eating day and night
I’m losing lots of sleep
Trying to please everyone
Is a promise I can’t keep.

I’ve spoiled them rotten
Homemade brisket and cake
Time to hang up my apron
And rest, for Pete’s sake!

I certainly need a sous chef
To chop, cut, slice and peel
Help to wash and dry dishes
Would be even more ideal.

And the laundry, the linens
Are endless to wash
Our water bill skyrockets
Hubby screams—”Oh my gosh!”

My feet hurt, my back aches
But I don’t dare sit down
Someone will want something
That’s me—with a big frown.

Five kiddies under 10
A ruckus they’ll make
How much Tylenol
Will I have to take?

Oh, the fighting and screaming
When the cousins get bored
Getting on one’s nerves
We’ll have too much discord.

When it’s all over
You will hear a big sigh
The family packs to leave
I deserve a big cry.

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