She could climb right in the hot dish water
it’s been days since she’s relaxed in a bath
she soaks her hands just a second longer
a crawler wraps around her leg
brings her joy
brings her frustration
“just five more dishes”
wrinkled hand
wrinkled sanity
the crawler lifts a pant leg
“ugh, I need to shave”
soaked hands finagle the pant leg back down
smells like lavender and lemon
tastes like salt and soap
and feels like waiting for a million tomorrows
-Saschia
Jayne.press 
This is so beautifully articulated I could totally envision the exhausted wife with each line. I love your writing.
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I was lol I am in a much better place since I wrote this. Thank you for taking the time to comment. And to hear you love my writing means the world to me.
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Thank you to much. I wrote about a year ago and had to bring it back since I gained so much more love myself and can see this from a different perspective now
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Glad you’re in a much better place
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