If I head out the house looking kinda frumpy
please don't assume that I'm feeling grumpy
If it's after five on any given day
I don't have any more energy left to slay
I'll take my kids to swim class, even out to eat
but you can bet your a** I'm waiting to be off my feet
With everyone in bed, Netflix and my couch
the only yoga move I've mastered -- it's called the slouch.
Ain't nothin’ mamas need more when it's been a long week
than hot tea, wine or chocolate all up in their cheeks.
So next time that you see me & I’m looking kinda wack
offer grace, a smile and let me stay my track
I’m doing fine and getting by and, truthfully, probably daydreaming about a piece of pie.