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Cleaning and Scrubbing Can Wait till Tomorrow...

  
Remembering that old poem hanging on my Mom's wall... Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow for babies grow up I've learned to my sorrow so quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep-I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.



Michael and I 10/11 Football Year.


My poem for Michael's Senior Year:
Cleaning and scrubbing and meetings and committees can wait till next year for high school goes fast I've learned to my sorrow.  
So quiet down emails, phone calls, classes and trainings ..
I'm hanging out with my senior and seniors don't keep!!!

Corney poem but that is just the way it is going to be for the next year or four.  It is hard for me to say no, not to anticipate problems and try to fix them and getting myself over-involved in what's around me when all my boys really need is my time to be available whenever they need.
Day at the Lake!

Michael and I on 4th of July!

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  1. Lisa KintzJuly 1, 2012 at 7:42 AM

    I have always said that cleaning can wait....and I'm glad I didn't stay home and clean the house and took my girls to the pool, park, lake, etc. Those memories I will cherish forever. You never know how much time you have with your kids and once they are gone, you only have the memories. Once they grow up, you get to share different memories from when they were little....but if they die, you only have those made before their death. I'm glad I have so many great memories of Kristin and continue to share great memories with Kayla.

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  2. Heather Ann GillJuly 8, 2012 at 7:40 AM

    Lisa-you are an amazing woman. Wise and so honest and giving of yourself. Thank you for this. It means a lot and I hope others in this on line community remember to make everyday count!

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