It’s not that I am lying around, really. I get up and we do Bible, and then I get the kids going on school, then someone needs help, then Will needs me to work with him on his paper, then Ann needs me to do her Scottish Rite homework with her then, what? it’s noon and I’m still in my robe. Not because I’ve been lazing around you see, but because I’ve been to busy to shower and get dressed!
The problem is where I live. I live in a community across from a major missionary base. It is a wonderful neighborhood where everyone knows everyone else; the kids all play together and I really can (and have) borrow an egg from a neighbor. It has all the benefits of a commune, without the polygamy, unfortunate fashion choices, braded hair and brainwashing.
But see the thing is, people stop by in the morning sometimes; they want to give me something one of my kids left at their house or borrow some sugar or an egg, and I am still in my bathrobe.
I PROMISE I am working hard! I am not watching the morning shows and eating cinnamon buns. I