Biz's mom told me this poem the other day and it is so true:
"The cleaning and scrubbing will wait for tomorrow,
For 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."
This would explain why my floors need to be mopped, carpets need to be vacuumed and there is laundry strewn all about upstairs! Oh well :)
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Sooo true!! I love this!!
I think I will copy this and post it in my entry way so all visitors can see it and no verbal explanation will be necessary!
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