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The Joys of Daily Life!

Oh, the joys of my daily schedule! Do you ever wonder, like I do, what life would be full of if it were empty of your "usual" daily tasks? For example, what would I do without doggy poo to scoop, food to cook, dishes to wash, laundry to fold, floors to mop, lessons to teach, errands to run, papers to file, and bills to pay? What would I do with all that time?

If there were no other mouths to feed in my house, would I have a manicure and pedicure, or have my hair done?

What if the dishes just washed themselves? Could I have a hobby, like sewing or scrap-booking or learning to build a deck?

What in the world would I find to do if the mountainous heaps of clothes, both dirty and clean, were not clamoring for my attention? Maybe I would write that children's book I have started over and over!

How would I spend my afternoon if there was not a dog to train or a toddler to tend? Would I sit with a friend in a coffee shop for an hour chatting about the deeper issues in life, like global climate change or the political situation in America?

I may never know what my life would be like without all the mundane tasks that I face each day, but I do know one thing for certain: I wouldn't trade it for anything!

So, happy housekeeping!

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  1. Amen Amen Amen!!!
    I mean what did I do before I had a family of my own????

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