What Happened Was...

See, I've come over here several times this month to get back on the blogging bandwagon and each time I was either interrupted or unmotivated. I want to be sure that when I am with my kids that I am giving them my attention. They require it for a full 13 hours a day! I know, I don't have to be in their face the entire day...but my reality is, I do.

In a normal day, when the husband is at work for 3 or 4 days and it's just me I don't have the luxury of letting the kids play together while I sip on some coffee and update the blog. Instead I'm sipping my coffee and playing referee. Or trying to keep the kids entertained and at the same time educated. There are days when I feel guilty because I so want Teagan to be enthralled by the TV. Just so I can take a breath and get through the 2nd half of the day. I just want 5 minutes where I can hear myself think without a little person invading those thoughts and asking why for the thousandth time.

And so the blogging has taken a backseat. I applaud those moms that can crank out entertaining, witty, funny post daily. I seriously thought I wanted to be that way too. But the reality is I want to be a good mom first and a blogger second. I don't want to look back at the time I've had with my kids and regret not being in the moment.

So that's where I am. Anyone still with me?

Mother Poem

My mother-in-law has the last line of this poem on a plaque on a wall in her home and the last time I was there she mentioned it. I believe her own mother had given her the plaque. Anyway I didn't realize that it is actually a whole poem and so true to boot! I can hold my precious all day and cuddle and play and not realize that the whole day has gone by!


Babies Don't Keep by Ruth Hamilton

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, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).

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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, 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.