Angels & Demons

Motherhood
Drags you through the muck
Of diapers, guilt, vomit and insanity
With fewer breaks and paid holidays
Than the worst union would consent to
And yet
It tricks you into loyalty
With the occasional deception
Of replacing monstrous children
With cherub-faced sweeties
Whose cheeks you can’t kiss enough,
So you agree to stay on
A bit longer.

This is the only plausible explanation
For why some days
I love them extra much.