Perfect weekend

The perfect weekend ?
No such word exists
At my bustling end
Crazy action persists

In fact, work intensifies
washing and cleaning
baking, frying the fries
everyone doing their thing

All at once,we gather,
family is home for the day
kitchen taken over by father
kids jump into the fray

emerging with steaming
tray after tray , of goodies
“aren’t we consuming
millions of calories”

Antacids, burps, long naps
the next meal is dry toast
and green tea, perhaps
to counter all fries and roast

Sigh!! Am waiting agog, 

For monday morning

For phenomenal dish washing

and write my blog 

Don’t take me wrong
but weekends cannot
be perfect,but long
-nosed, noisy and hot

But then, in the same tone
why does a fragrant,silent
and a squeaky clean home
leave you sad, with regret?