Bill Giyaman posted Partial poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t .
So true. rarely ever do I have time to do my hair, makeup, or wear nice clothes, but that's because my time is better spent with my kids. They'll remember whether mom spent quality time with them or not.