Iíll miss you while you are gone I am trying hard not to yawn It is getting very late It is your return I do await Sitting here on the couch all alone Oh how I wish they could have known How to do it themselves Now you wonít be home till after twelve So few hours until the morning I hope the get a warning For taking you away from me tonight This, my dear, is just not right There should be others who know what to do Why do they always count on you I wish it was so easy to blow them off It would be easier to get rid of a nagging cough It is your job, I should understand But once in a while they really need a good backhand I donít mean to nag or be a bitch If they were to get it right that would be a switch So I guess I will wait for you to get in This is when our night will begin
I feel your frustration. Yes, it isn't fair. Yes, you should understand. Yes, there should at least be equal time for you. "They" owe you BIG TIME! This is from a person on the other side of your poem. I have been called away for WEEKS to fix problems. I didn't like being away from my family either!