I read something tonight that brought tears to my eyes (everything does now though with the crazy hormones i've got). It made me worry and be stressed even less about the things I look around and see undone in my house. Because there are two very good reasons there are toys scattered around the house, beds unmade, and laundry to do...their names are Benjamin and Micah. Here's what I read...
Song for a Fifth Child. (or second in my case)
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.
Now I'm off to rock my sweet little baby to sleep...