What goes around comes around.

When I was little I don't remember my mom ever just sitting and relaxing. She was always busy as a bee, cleaning, organizing, sterilizing huge jars for the milk that we, my older brother and sisters and I, milked from our cows every morning. She did the yard work, she sewed our clothes, and took care of baby after baby. She has worked full-time and then some through most of my life. There is so much more. It would take me all day to list the things she has done for her family in her lifetime. But she never just relaxed. Well, okay. Maybe late at night when all the little ones were in bed she would sit and watch the news. But even then she was busily folding the mountains of laundry our family generated.

When Curtis and I married I had the same problem. I would just keep going, cleaning our microscopic apartment every night. Never a dish in the sink. Dusting done regularly. Curtis would say over and over that I made him nervous. And when I would finally sit down, I was busy doing some needlework or some other craft. Boy have times changed! I could sit and veg in front of the tv for so long it's almost embarrassing to admit. And don't even get me started about the dishes.

However, I digress. My mom later explained that the reason she never sat down was for self-preservation. If she sat down she would instantly get mobbed by a group of angry toddlers, who would fight to the death for pole position. And there were ALOT of them. I am the fourth child in a gaggle of 11.

One thing my mom made sure we had was love. Lots of it. And I sure learned a valuable lesson: do the laundry at night when there aren't little ones around to knock over the piles.
Thanks for everything, mom. I love you!