My step mom told me about this poem and I think it is great
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 her 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.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Soooo.... to all of you mothers out there. Don't worry about the little things, just worry about the time and memories you share with your little ones.
Addilynn is 7 weeks now by the way and getting bigger and bigger. We took her in today to have her thrush re evaluated (which was a waste of money and time since they say she is fine just me over reacting AGAIN) and she weighs 13lbs 12 oz. What a little piglet! I hope she slows down soon or she will have to start walking because she is getting hard to carry!