Just when you’ve decided you’re officially in over your head…

Just when you’re beating yourself up because you’re behind in homeschooling, behind in homesteading, behind in the laundry, behind in pretty much everything…

Just when you’re wondering whether or not the three little ruffians that you call ‘children’ will ever find a place in this world outside of the monkey house at the zoo…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just when the decibel level at your house has reached that point between jet engine and supernova…

Just when you’re overwhelmed at the thought of, well, pretty much everything…

 

… you come in from an hour of shoveling manure out of the barn and see that those same three ruffians have made you a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, with apple slices*, a glass of milk and a few pieces of candy for dessert. And they say they knew you’ve been working hard and that you’d need something to eat when you come in. Maybe SOMETHING is being done right after all.

*Big sigh of relief*

*More like chunks, since they aren’t allowed to use the sharp knives, and well, a butter knife only does so well on an apple.  Best apple I’ve ever eaten, though.  Thoughtfulness makes everything taste much sweeter 🙂