A Dirty Shame

Adjusting to the role of mom can prove quite a challenge, even for the most accomplished woman. Sure, we feminine types are famous for our multitasking skills, but there are some simple, everyday activities that are surprisingly tough to pull off with a kiddo in the casa.

Which is why, after a dozen years of motherhood, I’ll never, ever, ever take for granted a few sudsy minutes with my loofah.


A Dirty Shame

As a modern working woman
you’ve accomplished quite a bit,
worked your way on up the ladder,
won acclaim with charm and wit.

You’ve managed projects by the dozen,
mentored people by the score.
You could do in just one day
what would take most others four.

Such a dedicated doer,
you could tackle any task;
so now that you’re a brand new mom,
the question must be asked:

How is it such an Amazon,
a paragon of power,
now finds her biggest goal today
is just…to take a shower?

© Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz

Mistaken Identity

My friends do it.

My neighbors do it.

Grandparents do it.

There’s a good chance your parents did it.

My mom still does it.

I do it. All the time.

And, apparently, pet owners do it, too.

There’s even a Facebook page about it.

Heck, I kind of suspect The Bard himself (father of three) might have done it, too…

“What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet…”


Mistaken Identity

When I called my daughter, “Daisy!”
she looked like I was crazy;
in my multitasking fog
I’d summoned not her, but the dog.

I know moms who’ve done the same –-
called a kid by his pet’s name —
or, to make it even worser,
done exactly the vice-versa:
yelled for daughter or for son
when she meant the furry one.

Have I so much on my plate
that I can’t keep their names straight?
Still, the worst (or worser-ish)
would be mistaking kid for fish.
Especially, it must be said,
if – like ours – said fish were dead.


©2010 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz