The Butterfly Bush has been earning its keep. Walking up to my front door in the afternoon, I feel like I live in an enchanted cottage in the woods.
I wish I knew the right tune to sing to motivate the woodland creatures to help me with my housework, because "Somebody get in here and clean up this mess!" doesn't seem to be working. Neither does "So help me, if I have to pick up four kids' soaking wet clothes off the bathroom floor one more time, I'm going to LOSE IT!"
I don't actually yell at them. It's fun to pretend I'm a shrill and angry mother for dramatic effect.
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