Today I left some dishes dirty,
The bed I made at 3:30,
The nappies soaked a little longer,
The odour grew a little stronger,
The crumbs I spilt the day before,
Are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints, there on the wall,
will likely still be there, next fall,
The dirty streads on the window panes,
Will still be there next time it rains.
"Shame on you old lazy-bones," I say,
"And just what have you done, today?"
I nursed a baby till he slept,
I held a toddler while he wept,
I played a game of hide & seek
I squeezed a toy, so it would squeak,
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess it's true...
Unless you think that what I've done
Might be important to someone
With bright blue eyes and soft blonde hair
If that is true, I've done my share.
Man I love this poem and it is so appropriate around here. Yes my house is a mess but I know my kids are loved and well looked after.
I like to think there are more important things than a perfect house.