If I understand correctly, Mary Poppins wanted the parents to spend quality time with their children, instead of focusing all their attention on work, right?
That’s exactly how I’m justifying the fact that my house is a train wreck. I’d show you pictures but it’s not pretty.
In exchange for loads of laundry and a sink full of dishes, we have had the best week with the kids!
My two middle boys have been on Spring Break all week (yes, it’s a little late in the year, I agree). My boys are pretty good at entertaining themselves, playing catch or jumping on the trampoline, but that only lasts for so long before you have to get your creative juices flowing with ideas of how to keep them entertained.
My husband and Big C love fishing. We are blessed to live on the Gulf of Mexico, so good fishing isn’t hard to find. Check out this fish my 9 year old hooked. It’s a 19 lb Black Drum, or so they tell me.
We also let My Girl and Jman play hookie from school one day, and headed to our white sand beaches. The waves were high and the rip tides left us with a red flag warning, so we didn’t stay too long. It was beautiful regardless.
The icing on the cake was when my husband, my Hero, took our kids and two of their friends camping overnight, without my help! I’m going to be honest, I wasn’t sure he could pull it off. His idea of camping is a night in the Holiday Inn. I’m more of the outdoors type, but I wasn’t quite ready to take Little Man out overnight yet. They went to a campground at a 150 year old historic fort.
Dinner tonight was healthy and simple, a grilled chicken and strawberry fields salad, with a baked sweet potato. And yes, the dishes are still in the sink.
I’d say that Mary Poppins would approve of my neglect of my housework.
Sometimes I loose sight of what’s important. These are memories and moments we’ll always keep. The ones my kids will grow up and tell their kids about. Not whether the house was always clean, and they never spent any time with mom and dad. What a sad story that would be.
I’m ending with this poem, it’s always been a favorite of mine…
Song for a Fifth Child
-Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
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.