Before 9am, I had unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, scrambled 10 eggs, fed 3 children and nursed the 4th, washed-dried-reapplied my sheets, made coffee, and changed a crib sheet because of a diaper malfunction. At 9:30, I think I finally sat down to drink my coffee. Usually, I would consider that a productive day, but it didn't stop there. I found and crafted free ways to decorate for our 4th of July party, added to the party plan, washed and folded more laundry, made salsa fresca and fish tacos, bathed 2 children, picked out clothes for church tomorrow, and fertilized the tomatoes. I even flirted with my husband a few times throughout the day and had a requisite mid-day meltdown where I had to leave for 30 minutes.
I work hard throughout the week and even scramble a little (a little too much, that is) on Saturday to get stuff done because Sundays are for resting, fellowship, and fun. The dark load can wait until Monday... by then it will have much offspring anyway.
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