“Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep, for I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep!” I remember always reading it when I got a little older and could read. I liked the urgency of the last line, “babies don’t keep!”
Within the last few days that old rhyme keeps popping into my head. The baby isn’t even here yet, but I keep thinking of all these “tasks” I must complete as an invasion–an invasion on the little time I have left before the baby comes and an invasion on the short amount of time I have to just experience…this.
And there are so many little “bits” to take care of. Nothing seems easy. I think I was lucky enough to grow up thinking things were easy if you were the right sort of person. If I had my way I would transport myself to a secluded farm or cabin with animals and sunshine, trees and space, some where Kitty Viv could lay in the sunshine outside and be safe and herbs could grow in the ground and not in pots in a cramped window.
But, the rain is cozy too, and it could be much, much worse. Here’s a few of the lovely bits–I’ll omit the not-so-lovely. Fresh camomile bouquet, strawberry, basil and cucumber mocktails, pretty necklaces, hanging pretty pieces, fleetweek family snapshots and a very, very bad little cat all make the “good and lucky” list.