I was talking to my mom on the phone yesterday and telling her how embarrassed I was about the disarray of my house with my father-in-law here for the weekend. Now there's usually some stuff here and there, but when I know company is coming, I always do a quick run thru out the house at least for the "glory clean" as my hubby calls it. (That's when you clean all the stuff that people will see, so they think your house is immaculate, when little do they know if they just opened the closet door next to them they might die!) But this time, I didn't even do that, and let me tell you my house needed WAY more than a glory clean!!!! I told my mom I just didn't care that nothing was getting done... I just love my baby way too much, and when she's awake I want to play with her, and read to her, and just watch her as she discovers new things every day. And when she's asleep I just want to cuddle and rock her and kiss her and watch her to make sure she's not growing too quickly(sadly she is!). So since those are the 2 things she does, well my house has just gone to pot! So my mom told me about a popular poem from back in the day and I think I might have to post it in my house so when we have company they know I know my house is a disaster, but I'm just enjoying every second with my little cutie too much to care!
Here's the poem:
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,Hang out the washing, make up the bed,Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due. Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew. And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo. But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo. Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow. But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep! I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
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12 years ago
3 comments:
Absolutely! Rock that baby, play with her, read to her and watch her sleep. She will soon grow up and be out the door ~ then you can clean your house. If it's really buggin' you too much GET A MAID!
i agree w/my mom- wow! amazing what marriage does to you :0) i think it's cute/great that you want to play w/your little doll so much. that shows a good mother and that you don't really need "me" time. cherish these times- they DO grow up fast. HA! like i'm one to talk, but hey... i know :0) if i had a little one, as cute as her, i'd spend so much time w/her too. so, i don't blame you. besides, you have an invalid husband LOL jk people should understand. i love how you worded how you love your daughter so much and just want to play w/her. this is precious and i write way too much XOXO
Thats such a cute poem! I will have to remember that! Cant wait to see you guys!
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