A Threat

Busy going on errands
being  only two,  does not
 make the task  any easier,

Do not say only two, atha,
 you have three more
with you, points my son.

Listing out the vegetables
weekly, the grocery fortnightly
fruits every fourth day.

 accounting  to the pie, I manage 
The thought of  spending too much
gnaws me while I sleep.

Mornings pass off peacefully,
 as I am occupied, nights turn

Attributing to a mania,
 or a phobia, my sons threaten
if you continue we have

to seek appointment.
with a psychiatrist, 
Oh!  no, I am not that bad!