So, This is what I have been doing.
Cherry Pie Filling.
My friends neighbor has a cherry tree in her yard. When the neighbor moved back to Florida, she told my friend to help herself to the cherries. Four of us got together, picked the cherries. Ok. I picked VERY FEW cherries. The other girls did most of the picking. The next day, we pitted them all. Again, I pitted very few. More than I picked, but definitely less then they did. We did the pitting, mixing and processing at my house. We used my jars, my lids, my canner. See, I did contribute. We processed 11 quarts, and 19 pints.
It makes me feel
domestic.
I weeded (some) my garden.
Look at these lovely little gems! After dicing them up, sauteing them in olive oil, salt & pepper I had to fight the kids for my share.
It makes me feel very domestic.
Laundry. Laundry. Laundry.
There is more on the line today......
I AM DOMESTIC.
And doggone it, I am TIRED. I have the right to be tired. I am growing a baby. I deserve naps. Maternity leave need to start DURING the pregnancy, not AFTER!
Although, I have been trying to teach my grumbling children that we need to be happy even though we have chores. It really boils down to Snow White...just whistle while you work....I should listen to myself some days... We do have food, clothes, and a house (it does need to be cleaned..) God is Good.
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you are domestic. so domestic, that it kinda makes me tired, and I don't even have the "growing a baby" excuse....
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