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.