Babies dont keep

Lately, I have been trying to figure out how to better manage my time at home as mom, wife and maid.  To me it seems like there is just not enough time in the day.  At times, I feel a bit inadequate as a stay at home wife and mother because some days, the only thing that gets done is feeding, changing and playing with the baby.  In my search of how to get everything done, I found this….. and I am much more at peace with my chaos.

Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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.


Hello world!

I’m going to start blogging here. I have some old material I may transfer over. Also, any short posts will probably be via iPhone. For those, I ask for kindness toward my grammar.
Why momrhapsody? Well, I’m now a mom. Your world view changes when you become a mother. It is important for you to know what perspective I see the world. Rhapsody? My definition is organized chaos (same definition for the music world). If you have known me for any amount of time or are a mother, you will understand. I encourage feedback of any kind…. Feel free to chime in.