Let the whole world fade away......

I'm the oldest of 6.
So, in my house growing up, there was always a baby's room.
And in the baby's room, above the rocking chair, next to the macrame hanging plant-holder ( this was the 70's you know), hung a framed cross-stitch that said the following........

Cleaning and scrubbing

Can wait til tomorrow;

For babies grow up,

We've learned, to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs,

Dust, go to sleep;

For I'm rocking my baby,

And babies don't keep.

I'm soaking this baby in.

Every little yummy bit of her.

So cleaning & scrubbing will definitely wait til tomorrow, among many other things.

I have the rest of my entire life to run around like a crazy, busy person.

So I'm going to rock this baby for as long as I can.