Hoo boy it was a rough weekend.
We always clean the house and work in the yard on Saturday mornings. It had been a couple of weeks since we’d been able to do a really thorough job. Everyone pulled together.
Laundry needed to be done.
Bathrooms needed cleaning.
Someone has to stop and make lunch for everyone else.
Hard working boys dug up the gravel.
A leak under the kitchen sink in the guesthouse had to be taken care of.
The floors needed scrubbing.
Heavy farm cages had to be hauled back to where they belong.
And vacuuming. So much vacuuming.
What, you ask, was I doing while this was all happening? I was supervising, of course.
My life is so hard.