The moral to this story is:
I'm tired.
| I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. Daffodils The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. -William Wordsworth |
4 comments:
This looks just like little boys should! The dirty socks are so appealing! Just rest, Nanette! (As much as he will let you....)
Oh, I totally can relate! Except I am not pregnant so I bet you are tired!
I LOVE the dirty socks and remains of a fort. Looks like fun! What a good mommie he has! Miss you!!:)
Oh boy... those days of being tired 24/7. I wonder often "How did I survive all that, especially when I was pregnant?" The phase of life you are in is so hard physically. So demanding. But, there will come a time that you look back on this photograph and get tears in your eyes. You will miss your own little ones at that age. I know I do. Savor it.... even when it's hard. It only happens once. When you look back, you will be amazed at yourself ... that you did it.
Carry on friend.
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