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.
—AnonymousI think this is the sweetest little poem. And it's exactly how I've been feeling lately...although the distraction isn't ONLY housework. It's too many extracurricular activities, Internet, and everything else that clutters these quickly passing years. Worst of all, my babies aren't babies anymore. Benjamin is fast becoming a little man (he handles all the farm chores when Daddy's out of town), and Annie is "Wild Annie" (the self-christened nomenclature captures her essence perfectly). Do all mothers feel this way? I love the well-rounded little people they're becoming, but sometimes I'd like to swaddle them and rock them quietly in our old black rocker that now sits empty in the middle of our family room. I need a houseful of these gorgeous beings. But that's another story.