I don't remember her exact words, but that's the general idea. The reason she felt this way was that on their farm, a short distance from my Grandma's house, kids had chores. If green beans needed picking, some of Uncle Leo's four kids picked them. Aunt Mary saw to it that the kids did the dishes. Of course, that's how things should be.
I was spoiled, and Betty is right. I did whatever I wanted to do. My mom finally had a baby, it was me, and nobody was going to make me march to their tune.
That is still how I live my life. I'm not saying it's right, but I don't know any other way to do things at this stage of the game. My parents spoiled me, my husband has spoiled me, and God Himself has treated me like I'm His only child.
So while many of you are cleaning house or holding down a job or sewing or ironing or doing yard work, I am doing whatever is fun. I really don't care about your big house; I'm happy for you, but I don't need it. I guess I'm a hippy at heart: If it feels good, do it.
I take a lot of pictures while I'm enjoying my animals:
|Annie having breakfast|
|Two calves cavorting|
|George playing peekaboo from under Gracie's belly|