Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Something to think about...

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow

For children grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow.

So quieten down, cobwebs,

Dust, go to sleep.

I’m rocking my baby,

Cause babies don’t keep.

**I took this little saying from Susan at Are We There Yet?**


Anonymous said...

Oh what sweet pictures! They do grow up way to fast. This poem replays in my head often - every time I look around and my kitchen is a disaster, or the floor needs mopping, or the clothes need to be folded... My mom tells me, "Susan, you'll have the rest of your life to clean up your house. It can wait."

Anonymous said...

I meant to write "too fast" - I hate when I make mistakes :D