What the flylady doesn’t know is that I cannot and will not make my bed when I get out of it because there are still sweetly resting children in it.
And I have the animals to feed and especially pretty quartz to stumble upon.
And there are the whole wheat tortillas to make for lunch.
And the rain to watch fall…
…as I wash some dishes.
And the spaghetti sauce to make for dinner. With smiles as I use dehydrated tomatoes and frozen roasted green peppers from last year’s garden.
And stories of three princesses whose parents have died and they’ve retreated to a cabin in the woods so that they can stay together. They work, play, and learn together.