Time is closing in

I'm beginning to get depressed, as my time off with my sweet new baby is coming to an end... very, very quickly. I have so enjoyed being a Stay-At-Home Momma to Joy AND Jax over the past few weeks. I must return to work one week from today - on Monday, March 9th. While getting back into a routine and strict schedule will be nice, sorta, I'd trade off being able to stay at home full-time in a heartbeat! I love my job, but I really love sticking around the homefront. Today, as I was disinfecting for the 88th time (see previous post), I was also doing a lot of pondering. Well, that's nothing new - those of you who really know me should not be surprised with that statement. Anyway, I was thinking about how I had a long list of things to do while I was off on maternity leave, and how I haven't gotten to honestly check off one thing from that list of "to-do's"... and how it was just never gonna get done if I can't get to it all in these last few days, because work consumes so much of my time during the week, and weekends just fly by with a blink of the eye, very rarely being truly "productive".
Skip forward to tonight - just a few minutes ago - I was reading a few blog posts of friends, catching up, and there it was: A poem that I have heard so many people refer to, but I have found no one who knew the entire poem - it was posted in its entirety on MckMama's site, one of the blogs that I follow! It was like that particular post was written just for me! Now that I have read the entire poem (multiple times) I love it even more than I had imagined I would.
And it is true.
So, so true.
I hope you enjoy as much as I did!

Song for a Fifth Child.

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.