I want to take three months off to...

SLEEP! Well that would be nice I would love to get caught up on cleaning and organizing everything in this house. I never really ever seem to get caught up on this. Even on my best weeks there is always a hidden pile of stuff i don't feel like dealing with at the moment. I keep trying to tackle a new project but there never seems to be enough time. Well and then there is the fact that my babies are still small and most people will agree that babies grow fast and I don't want miss any of it. Then I received a gift from my sister in-law that contained this poem which puts it all in perspective, I hope you agree. Enjoy!

Song for a Fifth Child

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, 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’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For 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.