all dishes done, all floors a shine.
Observe the crumbs and toys galore.
The smudgy prints upon the door.
The little ones we shelter here
don't thrive on a spotless atmosphere.
They're more inclined to disarray
and carefree even messy play.
Their needs are great, their patience small.
all day I'm at their beck and call.
It's Mommy come! Mommy see!
Wiggly worms and red scraped knee.
Painted picture’s, blocks piled high.
My floors un-shined, the days go by.
Some future day they'll flee this nest,
and I at last will have a rest!
Now you tell me which matters more,
a happy child or a polished floor?
...Author Unknown
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