Domesticity

[dukealien]

Domesticity

I worked hard today
as a woman at home.
Laundry and dishes,
all alone.
Dinner is prepped,
dentists are called,
wood floors mopped,
garbages hauled.

I relaxed for a moment,
took a light rest;
I work past five,
as the steward of our nest.
But when your car
rolls into the drive,
I jump to my feet,
into chores I dive.

Even though you assure me
and know how I move,
self-doubt makes me feel
like I have something to prove.
I need sound to come
from my lone falling tree,
gratitude is validated 
when being perceived.

A quick look at @rowens' (above) confirms my initial impression that your structure loosens in the middle and breaks up at the end.  From the standpoint of rewrites this is a good thing.

The narrative is clear.  What it needs is a big finish... so, as we were taught (for writing briefings and position papers), write it backwards.  Start with your last stanza and improve the heck out of it as if the rest of the poem didn't exist, starting with the very last line.  This also gives more flexibility as you later try to rhyme toward a dynamite last line instead of racking your vocabulary for that final word and come up with only a clumsy last line and sub-optimal last word.

As you work that last stanza, don't be afraid to be forceful - now you know this is the end (which you didn't when you first wrote the poem).  For example, you can now say, "Although you adore me/and love how I move..."  You can pull out all the stops (please pardon the rewrite).

That's all for basic (though I really liked "steward ... our nest").   A little cutting and switching word order will smooth out the beat - you can do it, as the first two stanzas show.  A very nice "day in the life."