I don't get much done and I don't worry about it. I'm a SAHM but my house is still dirty!!
I'd rather play with baby when he's awake, and sleep when he's sleeping!! 
I'd rather play with baby when he's awake, and sleep when he's sleeping!! 
I'd rather play with baby when he's awake, and sleep when he's sleeping!! 
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I'm a new mama and trying to adjust to not being so productive anymore....
How did you come to peace with this transition or how did you sneak things in here and there for yourself? I wear her in a wrap, you'd think this would help, but she needs to suck alot and will only take my finger (not a pacifier). So this leaves me with only one hand.. She also doesnt like the wrap all the time so I end up carrying her alot which can be pretty tiring. |

And he couldn't be more right. Don't beat yourself up because the house isn't as clean as you'd like it. Think of all the poopy diapers you changed, how many times you nursed, how many burps you patted out, etc. You are very busy, just not with cleaning the house


and Congratulations Mama!!!
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Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, Hang out the washing, make up the bed, Sew on a button and butter the bread. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue, Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue? Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo. The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep! I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep. - Ruth Hulbert Hamilton I repeat the last line multiple times a day & it immediately brings me into the present & reminds me what the most important things really are. |


It takes work but you find a system that works. Beyond feeding the critters there is nothing that absolutely has to get done anyday. Laundry and dishes get some progress after daddy gets home, but I don't think I've been caught up on the house in years. You just have to learn to make your peace with it.

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Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, Hang out the washing, make up the bed, Sew on a button and butter the bread. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue, Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue? Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo. The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep! I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep. - Ruth Hulbert Hamilton I repeat the last line multiple times a day & it immediately brings me into the present & reminds me what the most important things really are. |

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I love it!!!!
Here is another..... this is about a son but, it can be about your DD too ![]() I Took His Hand and Followed Mrs. Roy L. Peifer My dishes went unwashed today, I didn't make the bed, I took his hand and followed Where his eager footsteps led. Oh yes, we went adventuring, My little son and I... Exploring all the great outdoors Beneath the summer sky We waded in a crystal stream, We wandered through a wood... My kitchen wasn't swept today But life was gay and good. We found a cool, sun-dappled glade And now my small son knows How Mother Bunny hides her nest, Where the jack-in-the pulpit grows. We watched a robin feed her young, We climbed a sunlit hill... Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky, We plucked a daffodil. That my house was neglected, That I didn't brush the stairs, In twenty years, no one on earth Will know, or even care. But that I've helped my little boy To noble manhood grow, In twenty years, the whole wide world May look and see and know. No one is going to know your house is a mess or if they do come over and see, they won't care, honestly. You have an awsome responsibility to your new LO and that's all that really matters ![]() |
how perfect. Thank you.
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