Seven Rooms, Seven Days - The home stretch

Running short on time and energy . . .

reminded of every mama's constant dilemma and how my house got to be this way in the first place . . .

when we were little, my mother was given this on a cross-stitch that hung in nearly every home we lived in . . .

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'till 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.

Back later (tonight? tomorrow?) with the last of it.