The conundrum of existence

My job is such that it sucks.

Not exactly in terms of what I do, but what it takes away from me.

All my days with the kids are lost in the hullaboo of the cacophony.

My maids and in-laws and parents, are continuously present like an overcast.

They have important meaningful roles to play; in the upkeep of my home and upbringing of my children as they say.

They cheer me as I go, and sneer at me the minute I leave. We will do our best, you bring the cash.

And like an outcast in my own home, I enter late evening and exit early morning, every day.

Screams of my children make me fear, that is how they will remember me in their memories in later years;

A mother walking out on them always and forever.