"Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing."
Thank your dear Lord,
For things to do;
Tasks to complete,
That are never quite through,
Thank you for the laundry,
That piles up so fast;
For the tub I just cleaned,
Though I know it won't last,
Thanks for the toys,
That litter my floor;
For the mud-cake shoes,
That sit by the door.
Thank you for the fingerprints,
On once-clean glass;
Thanks for my carpet,
Now covered with grass.
Thanks for the kitchen,
That never stays clean;
For the skillets to scrub,
That lay in my sink.
Just prove that I'm blessed;
God gave me a family,
I can live the mess.
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