It's true, most people don't live in a barn, but as a parent now, I can relate to that phrase. In and out, out and in, the front and back doors are constantly in motion these days. So much so that I had to oil them, as to reduce that post-winter creaking from the hinges.
this article, the parade of neighborhood kids traipsing through the doors is something I have to remind myself to embrace, especially at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when I've had my fill of little voices and shoes.
|A perpetually-busted screen is proof that kids inhabit a house|
So please excuse me while I throw open the doors, smile when the kids come in, and ignore those sticky fingerprints on the glass.
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For 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.