Ordinary By bangtail To left, the laundry stacked clear to my knees. To the right, the dishes that should already be clean. Behind, the children wanting something from me. In front, the husband, eyes glued to the TV. Inside, the screaming that never does cease. Outside, the smile that I put on to please. Soon, the darkness that allows me some peace. Tomorrow, the alarm clock that interrupts my dreams. Again, I will struggle to make sure it's complete. Again, I will spend all day on my feet. Again, I will wish I was something extraordinary. Still, I will be the definition of ordinary.