Poem to encourage laziness

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Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But 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.

Kids and dogs

So I'm cooking dinner. Then I realize....it's awfully quiet around here. I wander into the bedroom and see James "reading" his book, basically flipping pages and muttering nonsensical baby words, and Bingo is laying at the end of the bed. Those two are adorable.

I made yummy apple shallot pork chops too. And......that sums up my evening. I'm really glad I voted absentee since the polls looked crazy and James decided his afternoon nap was optional so he was in quite a snit most of the evening.

Instead of writing a book I decided to blog more in November. Not every day, because I know that won't happen lol. But more.

Unfortunately I don't blog a lot because ummm my life is dull.

Missing the jeans.

I feel sometimes as though I'm missing a key way of thinking or something because I just don't function like the Mom/adult ladies I know. Maybe I just know weird ladies and I'm normal? Who knows. Mom jeans. I don't have a single pair.

For example, I haven't the foggiest idea why on earth we would spend money on things like fancy Christmas outfits. It just seems like such a huge waste of money to buy, resources to make in the first place, and my time procuring those fancy clothes.  Couldn't we dress the kids (and ourselves) in any old sweater/jeans for the annual family potluck? I mean, it's not like we're going to some black tie affair.

And my house. Not decorated. I have bare walls everywhere. And also I barely put together a "nursery" and really had no driving desire to other than to designate a place for baby crap to be located.

These are things that I cannot find the energy to get excited about. I don't craft. I do like to play outside and take my kid on fun outings like the zoo.  But shopping and crafting - bleh.

It just makes it hard sometimes because I feel like I'm doing something wrong, and at best I just have nothing to add to many conversations. The consumerism, the need to get stuff - like omg play kitchens?! Who has the space and desire for a huge miniature kitchen in their house? And why can't the kid play in the real kitchen? I just don't get it.