I am teaching my children to work.
In case you were wondering, it *might* prove to be more work than it is worth.
They yell about it.
They cry about it.
They ultimately do it.
It definitely hurts me more than it hurts them.
Some of them think it's still fun to help Mama.
The other half think I'm trying to kill them.
But so help me, they are learning. They will be hardworkers, even if it freaking kills me.
In other news, we had Derek's birthday on Friday, and Saturday and Sunday. For a guy who is alone more tha he's not, three birthdays seemed neccessary. We are glad to have him home for the week. We are thankful. Very thankful.