I’m not a housewife. I’m a carwife. 
 Pick up. Drop off. 
 Stop by. Run out. 
 Go down. Turn around. 
 Come back. Head out. 
 If it wasn’t for the dog, 
 I wouldn’t even know I had a house. 
 I live in the car. 
 I eat in the car. 
 Yesterday, I told my boys 
 about the fact of life, 
 in the car. 
 Perfect. 
 I found this in a magazine and thought that it was about me.