Remembering that old poem hanging on my Mom's wall... Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow for babies grow up I've learned to my sorrow so quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep-I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
|Michael and I 10/11 Football Year.|
My poem for Michael's Senior Year:
Cleaning and scrubbing and meetings and committees can wait till next year for high school goes fast I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down emails, phone calls, classes and trainings ..
I'm hanging out with my senior and seniors don't keep!!!
Corney poem but that is just the way it is going to be for the next year or four. It is hard for me to say no, not to anticipate problems and try to fix them and getting myself over-involved in what's around me when all my boys really need is my time to be available whenever they need.
|Day at the Lake!|
|Michael and I on 4th of July!|