The corners of my mind....

....seem to be filled with too many thoughts lately. Focusing on any one thing is so hard to do. What especially grieves me is my "to do" list because so much has to be put off and I am not, by Nature, a procrastinator. I was raised to do things when they needed getting done. Now I look at my tangled flowerbeds, the front and back porches which need painting, house trim that's dingy and in need of touch-ups. The windows are streaked on the outside...when was the last time I washed those?! The basement is getting filled up to overflowing with all the cast off junk I no longer need, as well as stuff that belongs to the rest of the family that has nowhere else to be stored. I could make a killing on a yard sale, if only the packrats in the family could let go of things. There are hunting clothes enough to dress 10 people, let alone Dear Hubby, and boxes and boxes of books I'm sure are the delight of silver fish. Stacks of stuff here, stacks of stuff there. Clutter drives me absolutely bonkers!

And yet, what would I rather be doing than what I'm doing now, helping in raising my two grandsons? So what if things have to lie low for a few years? It'll all be there waiting for me when my tenure as care taker is over. The hours spent wandering around this city with the two boys, little boys who are enthralled with everything they see, truly are limited when I get down to it. The days of ferocious temper tantrums like I experienced yesterday - Cooper screamed for 1 1/2 hours straight, to the point where he was so worked up nothing would appease him - will soon be nothing but a memory. Hearing "Mommy" and "Mama" all day long will be distant echoes.

So, my version of this beloved poem.....

I hope that my (grand)child(ren), looking back on today

Will remember a (grand)mother who had time to play;

Because children grow up while you're not looking,

There are years ahead for cleaning and cooking.

So, quiet now cobwebs, dust go to sleep.

I'm rocking my (grand)baby, and babies don't keep.