Excuse This House

                                        Some houses try to hide the fact
                                        That children shelter there
                                        Our boasts it quite openly
                                        The signs are everywhere

                                        For smears are on the windows
                                        Little smudges on the door
                                        I should apologize I guess
                                        For the toys strewn on the floor

                                       But I sat down with the children
                                       And played, laughed and read
                                      And if the door bell doesn’t shine
                                      Their eyes will shine instead 

For when I’m forced to choose
One job or the other
It’s good to be a house wife
But I’d rather be a Mother

-Author unknown