I just had to share this lovely poem found here.
Some houses try to hide the fact
That children shelter there
Ours boasts of it quite openly
The signs are everywhere
For smears are on the windows
Little smudges on the doors
I should apologise I guess for
The toys strewn on the floor
But, I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine
Their eyes will shine instead
For when at times I am forced to choose
the one job or the other
I want to be a house wife but
FIRST I’ll be a mother
Sometimes I want to cry when I walk around my house and see how much there is to do… I honestly wonder if EVER it will be finished and ready to just sit and enjoy.
I know I said I was too house-proud to show you a picture of my lounge right now, but I think I have to… it’s weighing on my conscience.
And in case that’s not enough here’s a closer view and one from the other angle:
Oh now I’m crying all over again…
Look at the maps, look at the cushions, look at the sofa (sofa..?! oh there it is!)… they’re the only real fixtures here, everything else will change!
First to go will be the old oven, hob and sink… (there was no room in the garage for these – no room!).