Comments on: Heartbreaker http://www.ragtagmama.com/2009/01/heartbreaker/ By Faith Walker Wed, 01 Sep 2010 17:37:50 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Heather http://www.ragtagmama.com/2009/01/heartbreaker/comment-page-1/#comment-109 Heather Wed, 07 Jan 2009 22:00:30 +0000 http://faith.churchpunk.com/?p=197#comment-109 I can totally relate, I went thru the same thing last week when I was sick. They don't understand why mommy isn't around as much and doing the things they usually do but we have to do it to protect them. It is very hard but it is nice to see how much they miss us afterwards, isn't it? We can always make up for it later with lots of hugs and kisses and extra time. Yes, the housework can wait! Enjoy the time with your family this weekend and hopefully we can get together soon! I can totally relate, I went thru the same thing last week when I was sick. They don’t understand why mommy isn’t around as much and doing the things they usually do but we have to do it to protect them. It is very hard but it is nice to see how much they miss us afterwards, isn’t it? We can always make up for it later with lots of hugs and kisses and extra time. Yes, the housework can wait! Enjoy the time with your family this weekend and hopefully we can get together soon!

]]> By: Mel http://www.ragtagmama.com/2009/01/heartbreaker/comment-page-1/#comment-108 Mel Wed, 07 Jan 2009 13:08:06 +0000 http://faith.churchpunk.com/?p=197#comment-108 That's precious. Sniffle, sniffle. Here's a poem for you. Mother, oh 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, rockaby, 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 a hullabaloo but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo. Look! Aren't her 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. By Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958 That’s precious. Sniffle, sniffle. Here’s a poem for you.

Mother, oh 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, rockaby, 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 a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her 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.

By Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958

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