Riddle

I've written a poem. 

For this, I sincerely apologize. 

In an attempt to make it up to you, I'm turning this into a game. Read the poem, make a guess as to what/who the Ode is written to (either via the comments or email), and everyone who is correct will be entered into a drawing for a totally awesome prize that I'll announce when I come back from vacation in Utah (read: I haven't found it yet, but I definitely will!). I promise this prize will not be child- or mommy-centric, so you won't have to be either to enjoy it. 

Last day for guesses is July 31. One guess per poster, please! Want to earn extra guesses? Share this post via Twitter, Facebook, or any other social media platform, and post where you shared it along with your extra guess. 

Please note, your guesses will have to be specific. Meaning a general guess such as "housework" (i.e. a category instead of a specific type of housework) will not count. Feel free to email with questions!

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Ode to ---------

Lofty goals that mothers make

Include not eating too much cake

And keeping you, my dear old friend

In check;

A goal to send me ‘round the bend.

For you, my soul, are always near

Always present, always clear; 

With need for me to take the time

To wash

A pile a mile high.

Methinks, at least just once or twice,

That to be done would be so nice.

But then I think, What would I do

With me

If there was no you?

Fly to Paris, dance in Spain, 

Maybe take some time rein

In my children, who like to scream

And cry

When’ere I try to keep you clean.

Not that they dislike, perhaps,

It’s just that washing and timely naps

Never seem to find a way

To coincide.

Alas, and curse the day.

My time with you is ever sweet

In torture and in triumph neat. 

Water soothes the tortured soul

And reminds

That a shower-less week takes its toll.

I hate you when you’re dirty, true;

And love it when you’re clean, I do. 

I know alone I’ll never be

Because

My children will dirty you just for me.