Ode To The Insane

Never have a single minute to myself.
Not askin’ for applause, great fame or wealth.
I need a moment to regain my mental health,
Yet, I’m still far from insane.

Please, give me just a second to explain!
Sisters, can’t you hear me? Don’t you feel my pain?
It’s easy to see, the message is quite plain.
As each day ends, I’m becoming insane.

Now, I’m not sayin it’s an unfair game.
I’m the one who chose to be a birthing dame.
I’ll take the rap, I’m the one to blame,
For coming way to close to being insane.

Before you judge me, walk a mile in my shoes.
Eight years in the making, my being stressed is not news.
What’s it gonna take to drive away these blues?
I'm pretty sure I’m going insane.

All these kids can be a real handful.
I’m a china shop, they’re the bull.
And the stress of having seven is taking its toll.
Yep, I’ve gone insane!

Yet, I face each day with hope renewed,
And a prayer that I don’t come unglued.
Try to ignore the comments from those who are rude
About why I chose to have a brood.

Yes, I’m tired and some days are rough.
But each trial only serves to make me tough.
And the joy will always be enough,
To help me through the difficult stuff.

Many say they wish they were like me.
They wish they’d had more than two or three.
They say I’m blessed, and I agree.
Maybe my joy comes with my insanity.

I'm glad that my Lord always knows my heart.
I thank God I have a husband who does more than his part.
As husbands go, he scores off the chart!
He loves me even though I can act insane...

Someday I’ll look back and laugh at these days,
And the hard times will seem like a fleeting phase.
Maybe I’ll miss the long forgotten craze
Of my seven little people, and their funny ways.

Someday I'll miss being insane.