Mother, of 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, rockabye, 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 his 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!
One of Zach's bus driver's is Miss Diane. She is a sweet lady who has always said positive things when she picks up Zach and had a smile on her face. She always brightens my day. She and her daughter Lizzie, think Zach is the cutest boy and are very nice to him and Lizzie has bought him a couple of little gifts. They also say nice things about my other kids while we get Zach on the bus. The other day she said, "Enjoy this time. You will look back on this time, and it will be the best time of your life(while my children are babies)." She said she would go back and do it again in a heartbeat. Just when I thought the day was hard, I decided to stop and smell the roses! Life is short. :)
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