Wednesday, December 2, 2009


My house will never be clean, and if I clean it, the evidence will be gone in the morning.

A nice dinner will always be interrupted by a boy who insists he doesn't like applesauce, or a baby who can't sit another minute in the constrictive highchair.

Getting out of the house will never be easy, my hair will always be pulled back, and once we're in the car I most definitely will have broken a sweat.

The laundry will never be done, someone will wet the bed the day I change the sheets, and a perfect planned phone call during naptime will be the one day that the kids revolt their rest.

There will never be enough time to do anything.

However, while it's never easy and there's never enough, I think I get the good end of the deal.



Fuzzy said...

Mallory, this post came at a perfect time for me. Thank you for the reminder. I could use them every day!

Anonymous said...

A very wise woman, (my grandmother in-law) once said to me "do you want your kids to remember how loving and fun you are or do you want them to have memories of only a clean house?"...I chose the fun, like you always gets messy 5 minutes after you clean...our children are very special gifts from God and the 18 years really do go by fast. You are such a good mom, and it shows in your kids. Love you, Mom S.

Anonymous said...

There is a poem...i think it might be called "cobwebs and rockers" or something like that..and it talks about what you have said..there will always be something to clean no matter how much cleaning we do..but our children won't always let us hold them and rock them to sleep...i have to try to daily (sometimes minute by minute) remind myself of this...we are always told to "cherish this time, it'll fly by"..and while there are days (like the days when i am covered in someone elses poop) when i sure as heck wish the day would fly by, i need to try to remember that we only have today for sure...that i could spend the day cleaning and i could be gone tomorrow...or my children or ben could be gone tomorrow..and who the heck cares if the house is clean if that is the memory i have? i'd rather have the house not so pefect but have my last memory be of playing with my family..


Anonymous said...

oh and ps...its so true about the sheets..haha..i totally just cleaned them all and one wet the bed and the other pooped it..lovely...or vacuuming..i vacuumed and gemma walked in the room and poured the complete box of honey comb cereal...teeny tiny crumbs and all, all over...ah...its those moments i have to laugh to keep from crying ;)

Mallory said...

You are all so sweet :) .

Sometimes it get overwhelming when the work never stops, you know? There are plenty of days with too few hours in them to get everything done that needs to be done! But yes, we need to remind ourselves daily that the we need to cherish the children and not the cleanliness.

Maria, the poem goes like this, however, I don't know the title?
"Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow, for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So, quiet down cobwebs, dust, go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep."