I saw this poem on someone else's blog and I'd love to thank the author for giving me an excuse for my messy house. Thanks!!
"Cleaning and scrubbing
can wait for tomorrow,
For babies grow up,
I've learned, to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby,
and babies don't keep."- Author Unknown
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I think the last line should say, "And babies don't . . . sleep. And that's really why I can't get anything done."
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