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This week, I can't seem to catch up.  I've got a long list of things I need to do, things I want to do, a husband in the field, a busy six year old and a baby that I cannot put down.  Add to that the Little Mama I miss every second and my buckets running over.  I had sort of a meltdown.  In the midst of my frustration and tears a scrap of a poem came to me that a wonderful lady once mentioned...

"Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don’t keep."

Thank you Lord.  I need to get over myself and all these worries running round in my head.  Who cares if I can't put Sarah down?  Does it really make any difference if I get that laundry folded, those seeds started, that project done today?  Not really.  She's tiny and a blessing, and she's saved me.  I'll hold her all she wants and the rest of it can just go fly a kite. (And yes, I'm holding her now...)

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 as 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 and 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).

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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. Babies don’t keep.

by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton, in Lady's Home Journal. 1938.