To the frying pan with evidence of yesterday's fried egg lying in the sink
And the pile of tiny pink baby socks and sleepers tainted by unmentionable fluids on the floor
And the stack of bills, unanswered letters, and coupons dusty and forgotten on the desk:
Welcome! You may stay where you are.
For my baby is alive.
My paid job is done.
My belly is full, even if it's only with Honey Nut Chex.
And that is good enough.