I was really getting tired of reading "Fuzzy, Fuzzy, Fuzzy" over and over yesterday, but I've been reminded that my time with Lucy sitting on my lap is limited. I have plenty of time to clean the house when she no longer wants to cuddle all day.
Babies Don't Keep
Cleaning and scrubbing
can wait till tomorrow...
for babies grow up
we've learned to our sorrow...
So quiet down cobwebs-
dust go to sleep...
I'm rocking my baby
and babies don't keep!!
1 comment:
Laura ... I recite that poem to myself all the time! Its mom guilt. But the poem is so true. Savor the special moments so that some day when you look back, you'll know that you held her and snuggled her as much as you could ... the last thing you'll remember was whether or not your house was clean at the time. Thats my take on it =)
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