So I've been overwhelmed this week. Dare I give you my To Do list? I probably should since I might be more apt to do it if I make it public.
- Fold yesterday's laundry. Yes, it is in a pile on my couch.
- Do the dishes (is this ever not on my list?)
- Buy yarn
- Buy fabric for Margaret's Halloween costume
- Make the costume
- Make up longies (I know I said I'd do them last weekend- I did finish knitting some though)
- Take pictures of my finished knitting
- Knit another baby leg, doll, hat for Margaret, hat for Beth, socks
- Get to the post office
- Grocery shopping- it's been over a week.
- Actually eat breakfast and lunch
- Make dinner- hello crockpot!
I'm not the only one, though. That's something, right? Good company.
Babies Don't Keep
By Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo.
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo,
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo,
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But 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.