After thinking about it for some time, we hired a cleaning service for once I return to work in a couple of weeks. They came today for the initial cleaning and WOW! A totally clean house! Oh, how long it has been since I have seen this place so spic and span. I struggled with the decision because I tend to think I can do everything perfectly myself, no matter how much I have on my plate. I am not the best at asking for help and not even so great at admitting I need it.
Well, I am slowly learning that I cannot do it all and that it does not make me a bad wife, mother, etc. The crucial thing is realizing what your priorites are and making sure that you have time to spend enjoying what is most important to you. My priority is about two and a half feet tall with a heartwarming laugh, curious nature, little chubby hands and eyelashes to die for. Any extra time with him is worth all the money in the world.
Having someone in charge of the heavy duty cleaning will free up so much time for me and make the transition back to work easier for James and myself(hopefully!). I came across this poem tonight and I feel so grateful that my load is lightened. It leaves more time for our family to hang out and to make special memories with the Jamer!
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.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
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