“One of the basic rules of the universe is that nothing is perfect. Perfection simply doesn’t exist…..Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.”
Dah nu nu nu nuh
Oh where does the week go, Monday to Friday?
I had so many big plans, but they all fell away
Got out the Waldorf handbook, for ideas for my boy
But the demands of 9-5, they broke in and stole my joy
That book sat on the floor, reminding me of bread I haven’t baked
Of rhymes I haven’t sung, of crafts I haven’t made
Most of all it reminded me, of time I can’t spend
Mornings I have to leave him, with our next of kin
How can I build that shake shake bridge between work and home
How can ever I have it all, show it can be done?
Maybe answers will come, or maybe they won’t
Sometimes I feel it’s possible, and sometimes I don’t
Oh I’ve got the workin’, workin’ mama Waldorf blues.
It wouldn’t be so hard, if I didn’t have so much to lose ….