Someone sent me this and I thought it was fitting since I spent a large portion of my day rocking and holding my little man while all the things and work that I was suppose to be doing weren't getting done.
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!!
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!!
If only I could somehow substitute editing and pathing and photographing in there. (Not that my house couldn't use some help too :)
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