Becoming Martha Stewart

Woke up this morning
A list in my mind,
Today was the day
It would all be just fine.

I'll bound out of bed
Full of spitfire and grace;
See me dance from the house
With a smile on my face.

I'll tackle my chores
Sweeping through all the stores,
Saving money and time
Coupon queen throne is mine!

I'll rush on back home
Do my scrapbook and crafts,
Create tonight's dinner
And take out the trash.

Then I'll hustle to work
Where I'll speed through the job,
Yes today will be one
Where I'll dazzle the mob.

So the alarm clock it rings
And reality arrives,
I stumble from bed
Rubbing sleep from my eyes.

I'm behind leaving home
Tripping on the front stoop,
I forget half my make-up
My belt missed a loop.

Not a thing got complete
On my listing of chores,
I'm late now for work,
Who's got time for the stores?!

The boss wants her coffee,
My desk is a mess;
If the work isn't done
I'll be minus a check.

I still plan to dream
Of that glorious day,
When I'll bound out of bed
And the world goes my way.

But until that does happen
I guess that I'm stuck,
With just being like all
Of the other poor shmucks,

Who get up each morning
Thinking this is the day
I'll become Martha Stewart,
Heck, didn't she start this way????