All in a days work

Here’s a new rendition on an old poem that I made up today. Enjoy!

Cleaning and…..

Scrubbing can wait ‘till tomorrow:

For babies…

Grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down laundry….I don’t think I’ll sweep

We’ll play hard ‘till naptime   (painting with water)

So we can ALL sleep!

edit: Lance woke up early so mommy didn’t sleep – ah well, I’ll shoot for this afternoon.