Thursday, June 18, 2009

Why my house is always a mess

I found this poem a few weeks ago and thought that it fit my attitude and a good explanation as to why my house is never clean!

Babies Don't Keep by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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

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
her 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.

So how do you feel about the way this mom views her baby, does your child come before everything else? Or do you worry about appearances before your child's feelings?