For the first time in the life of our family, we have work. Of course, there’s always been work. Floors that need to be mopped, papers that need to be written, that dining room table that I really, really liked but couldn’t afford that we decided to build. That’s all work. No denying that.
But suddenly, we have work. Work that has a hard timeline (fence that chicken yard or you’ll lose another hen to hawks). Work that is dirty (“I think we should build an outdoor shower.” “I think that is the smartest thing you’ve ever said.”). Work that is never ending (done mowing that acre up top? Good. There’s another one right here waiting its turn.).