Excuse this House

Some houses try to hide the fact

That children shelter there.

Ours boasts of it quite openly

The signs are everywhere.

For smears are on the windows, 

Little smudges on the doors;

I should apologize I guess

For toys strewn on the floor

But I sat down with the children

And we played and laughed and read.

And if the doorbell doesn't shine,

Their eyes will shine instead.

For when at times I'm forced to choose

The one job or the other, 

I want to be a housewife-

But first I'll be a Mother.

-Author Unknown