Even though I've grown rather overwhelmed (and oftentimes lazy) over the years as a mother, I've never forgotten that Saturday is a special day-- it's the day we get ready for Sunday.
This past week I've renewed my belief in Saturday being a "get the work done day." I'm taking it back. No more whining and laziness. I'm setting the standard for my children as my mom did for us.
Gabbers, Bun, Tater, Squdge, and Peach are cheerfully gathering the last of the garden harvest and pulling weeds with Danny as we return the backyard to grass (in preparation for our moving inspection).