Babies dont keep....

Yesterday was a tough day. Charlotte's reflux was so bad, I spent all day holding her upright, wearing her, soothing her, cleaning up throw up, and giving her gripe water. Because of that nothing got done around the house. So this morning I knew what was waiting for me.....

Laundry....

Dust bunnies.....

 Dirty dishes....

and a bunch of other household duties. I was up before C and thought about getting started on some of this stuff but then I looked at her and the poem "song for a 5th child" came into my head and so instead I laid in bed and just watched her sleep and pulled her into bed with me and snuggled.

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
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.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till 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.

It was the perfect way to start my day :)

xoxo
Ashlea