This is the poem that I keep referring to when OM and I are having little "Mommy Meltdowns" about the state of disarray in our homes.
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!!
I would like to add that I got my Grandma's picture that she made of this. It's ugly. Ugly as sin. But it WILL be hung on my wall until the day they put me in the ground.
1 comment:
Aw. I missed this one when I saw your list yesterday. That is awesome. I'm glad you'll have that memory in your house now. It has been a week of gathering memories for you, hasn't it?
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