The Cleaning and Scrubbing Will Wait...

Mother, Oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,

empty the dust pan, poison the moth,

hang out the washing and butter the bread,

sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?

She is up in the nursery blissfully rocking.

Oh I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue

(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Dishing are waiting and bills are past due

(pat-a-cake, darling, peek, peek-a-boo).

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew

and out in the yard is a hullabaloo.

But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.

Look aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait til tomorrow,

for children grow up, 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 Hulburt Hamilton

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Since Sutton was born, I have realized that my babies are growing fast, and I need to cherish every moment.  One day they will leave our little nest, and I want to make sure I made the most of these years.

I constantly have to remind myself that the cleaning can wait, but a child won't always ask you to read them a book and snuggle next to you.

So...if you come to my house and you see dishes in the sink and laundry unfolded on the bed and toys on the floor...just know that the kids and I had a fun day.