This poem is for anyone feeling blah, but in particular all self-employed mums (or dads) who have the occasional crisis of confidence and want to jack it all in. I'm certain I won't be Poet Laureate anytime soon but here it is nonetheless:
There are times when one feels blah.
It could be caused by an ill-fitting bra.
Or not ticking your to do list
Letting things get missed
Or simple feeling decidedly un-hoorah.
There are times when confidence takes a hit
And you feel like you just want to quit
You wonder why you bother
Why not simply be a mother
And give this work lark up for a bit.
Today is one of those days
When I'd like work to simply go away
But as an self employed bod
There's no-one else to do the job
So there's only one thing left to say:
You are good at what you do
Somehow you'll make it through.
So have a glass of wine
Tomorrow you'll feel fine
And sod everything that's gone to poo.