Poem of the Last 3 Months

I've been a poem-of-the-month slacker lately, but this simple and short one fits my last three months pretty well:

"Grown-up"

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Was it for this I uttered prayers,

And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,

That now, domestic as a plate,

I should retire at half-past eight?

1. Breaking out the Thanksgiving decorations--bring on the pilgrims and turkeys! 2. Sunday afternoon football and naps, 3. Beating J at Kids' Sequence during family game night (we're cut-throat around here)