(This poem is a message to those husbands out there who think it is the wife's job to do everything in the house. And this is also a message to those wives who think they must be superwoman. Marriage is both give and take and absolutely essential for romance to survive.)
I'll be your hot mama
now that you're home for the night;
I know you're tired from working,
but I promise I'll treat you right.
I'll put on that lace teddy,
give in to your need;
I'll be your hot mama...
you won't have to beg and plead.
But first let me do the dishes,
pick up the toys,
calm down the kids (There's so much noise!)
Let me give them their baths,
bedtime story and prayers;
Here's a drink for you, Honey;
Just wait...
I'll be there!
I'm gonna take a bubble bath;
Right now I don't smell so hot;
Just put your feet up....don't fall asleep!
I'll soon show you what I've got.
(1 1/2 hours later)
Okay, Honey...so sorry;
I promise I'll make it worth your while;
What? Asleep?
I know you're tired;
You look peaceful like a child.
I cover you with a blanket,
tiptoe to our bed,
trade my satin for flannel
and lay down my weary head.
I'm sorry I didn't wake you,
but you looked tired
(I'm tired too!)
We'll try again very soon,
and I'll be a hot mama for you.


Comments: 20
Everybody don't start shooting at once. All I am saying is there are those of us men that do clean the house, cook dinner, and equally if not more, share the responsibilities in a relationship.
When I was married I didn't want my wife to work so our children could be raised by a stay at home parent instead of being latch key kids. I worked all day and still cleaned when I got home because frankly, I think raising children is a full time job. It was me who worked on the car, mowed the yard, pulled the splinters out of fingers, and those other "manly" jobs but I did not hesitate to do the laundry, clean up the spew from an ill child in the middle of the night, sit with them after a bad dream until they fell asleep, take them trick or treating, etc..
Oh, and In the two main relationships in my life, I was the one who taught them to cook. Scowl if you must but there are bragging rights to be found in that fact. Okay, maybe not, but they do like my cooking.
So all I ask is please remember before you pass judgement on all men that some of us are appreciative of you and want you to be happy also.
Okay, fire away!
Last entry~Yes, I do agree that the men mentioned above are abysmal examples of manhood.
Thanks
Z'
Great write Cheryl!