Cleaning

I was thinking today that it's difficult to focus on my housework with a beautiful baby girl in my home.  :)  All I want to do is lay in bed and hold her and rock her and stare at her.  She's so perfect and beautiful.  I love her so very much.  :)

So I posted on my facebook about not focusing on my housework and a friend posted part of a poem.  I got online and looked up the whole poem.  It's great.  :)  Made me feel better about the idea of my house being not perfectly clean.  ;)

Song For a Fith Child, by Ruth Hamilton. 1958

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.

I think I'll rock and stare at my little girl a little longer.  The rest of the stuff can wait.  :)  It won't be like this for long.  I'm going to enjoy it.  :)  Love my baby girl.  :)