I want to sincerely thank everyone for their prayers and kind words, as we continue to struggle with the loss of our baby. It is truly agonizing to wait for this miscarriage to happen. As it is right now, I’m still waiting and going on ten weeks “pregnant.”
I worry about rescuing the baby’s tiny body. Will I be able to identify anything? I’ve heard that as time slips by, one’s body can sometimes slowly absorb the baby.
I worry about something else going wrong. There’s the risk of hemorrhaging. There’s the risk that the little baby will become toxic to my body, and I dread a D&C.
I battle with thoughts of guilt. Perhaps I ought to have been more vigilant with taking progesterone?
Then there’s the heartbreaking questions from my four-year-old, “Mommy, why did the baby have to die?”
“Jesus must have wanted him in Heaven, Honey.”
“But, why did the baby have to die, Mommy?”
I looked down at her innocent eyes, held her hand, and said, “I don’t know.”
I suppose in the end–the only thing one can do–is place little Raphael Marie in God’s hands. He’s a good Father, after all, and knows best.
Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.
Our Lady of the Rosary
On a lighter note…Happy Feast Day of Our Lady of the Rosary. This feast has a rich history. (Click HERE for it at New Advent.)
Many of you may know that this day was originally named Our Lady of Victory to commemorate the naval victory of the Christian fleet over the Turkish fleet in the Gulf of Lepanto in the Adriatic Sea in 1571.
Every October 7th our family reads G. K. Chesterton’s famous poem, Lepanto. If you’ve never read it before, give it shot. Chesterton covers this historic battle very well, and it reads like a marching army. We love it.
And which publication of Chesterton’s Lepanto to we prefer?
Dale Ahlquist’s book appropriately titled Lepanto, consists of Chesterton’s poem along with a few essays detailing the historical background for October 7th, 1571. It’s excellent.
It has been raining here for the last 3 days. This gets to be a bit much for someone unfortunately affected by coldness and wetness and cloudiness. Blech.
Then add to the perpetual dreariness of the weather the state of our culture…ah, not an uplifting combination, especially for those of us following the plight of Fr. James Altman.
Many of you know that he’s our pastor here in Wisconsin. If you think of it, remember him in your prayers, as he’s being harassed with truly vile and despicable emails and phone calls, as he becomes internationally known for his courageous stand against Democrats. (See HERE for his inspiring video.)
Thankfully, not all the publicity is negative, however. Bishop Stickland of Tyler, Texas, has publicly supported him. Praise God. I understand there’s to be a Rosary Rally at the Cathedral in La Crosse this Sunday at 2pm to show support for Father, too. We’ll be there.
Again, may God and His Holy Angels protect St. James the Less Parish, Fr. Altman, and the surrounding area.
So, what am I doing today, in these Dark Times?
Naturally, we’re doing our normal prayers and school work for the day, but then, we just had to take an hour off this morning. We drove in the rain to a local coffee shop and bought cappuccinos, for who doesn’t like something hot on a cold, dreary day? We delivered one to my husband, who greeted us with a big smile. Then, we drove home and blasted Maria Van Trapp (Julie Andrews) singing I Have Confidence. It was an uplifting drive.
Prior to all the rain, we spent a few hours at one of our local apple orchards picking apples, eating apples, and running through the corn maze. Perhaps if the rain clears, we’ll go again this weekend.
I learned how to can tomatoes a few days ago. It was a messy, but fun ordeal. My mom instructed me and my sister-in-law on how to make pasta sauce, salsa, and stewed tomatoes. Thank you, Mom!
Anyone else have any ideas for pleasant outings or doings?
P.S. WordPress changed many settings on me the other day. Please excuse any editing issues, as I work my way through a new system. Ugh! Technology.
As I stand in my yard and look around at the deeply wooded ridges and valleys, I think, Humph, I’m not in Kansas anymore.
Actually, I never was in Kansas, but I was living on those same Great Plains for nearly four decades, and now I’m not. This is my first year gardening in the “Driftless Area” near the Mississippi River. Driftless Area is a technical term referring to 24,000 square miles of steep, forested ridges that the last Glacier Period neglected to iron out.
In other words, we have zero flat spots in our yard in which to place a neat and orderly garden.
No matter, though! We’re figuring it out. Gardening is worth it after all, even if one doesn’t have a green thumb. Today I’ll show you what our family has done this year, and by doing so, I hope to accomplish one thing:
To give hope and inspiration to those of you who find gardening horribly tedious or overwhelming, like me.
Now, if you’ve got a beautifully well-managed garden, this post will still be for you too, because perhaps, by reading about those of us struggling to keep our thumbs green, you may be inspired to give us your extra lettuce and rhubarb. For heaven knows ours didn’t grow.
Gardening Tip #1: Get Somebody to Help
Now I’m the mother of 7 little children. I need help. Thankfully my husband is more than willing to bust out the power tools and build something. Earlier this spring he built a little garden box into the hillside because as I said before, we have zero flat spots in our yard for a traditional garden.
And here it is today:
This box features one tomato plant, two pepper plants, two broccoli plants, and some basil. Originally I had planted mint, but it didn’t come up. I have no idea why. So after about a month, I drove over to the local nursery to see if they had any vegetables left to buy. This was really smart on my part because they were practically giving away the remainder of their broccoli plants and jalapeños for free.
I’ve never planted broccoli, but I thought, why not? And my husband loves jalapeños. So we’re giving it a shot.
But that little box is hardly big enough for everything I wanted to plant. And so, that leads me to my next Gardening Tip:
Gardening Tip #2: Get More Help: Enlist the Children
Last year we tried something new. We told our children that if they wanted to earn some money, they could plant a garden, and I’d buy all the produce. And they actually did it. They bought seed with their own money, planted some potatoes, onions, and pumpkins, and took care of it, and I bought it all. It wasn’t a lot, mind you, but it was worth it.
This year, we knew we’d have to get more creative. Just where were we going to dig up some earth for the Children’s Garden? Well, why not try on the hillside?
So, the boys carried up their folding saws and bow saws and hacked away at the sumac in order to clear a patch of earth. Then my husband hauled up the tiller and did his best to rip up the ground. Naturally the soil wasn’t fertile, so we added some peat moss and Holy Water. Lastly, the whole thing had to be surrounded by a deer fence, if we hoped to enjoy any of the produce ourselves.
And this is what we ended up with:
Admittedly, it’s rather small, but I guess something is better than nothing. This little garden boasts of a pumpkin plant, a few onions, some green beans, a pepper plant, and two tomato plants.
Here is a close up of the pumpkin and pepper:
And here’s the tomato plants:
They had planted cucumbers in there too, but they chose not to grow, which is just as well as they’d likely have vined all over the place.
I tried to get the children to plant beets, as they’re one of my favorite vegetables to roast and eat, but alas, the children positively refused. They insisted that there was no room for such nasty-tasting roots, which leads me to my third Gardening Tip:
Gardening Tip #3: Plant Vegetables Instead of Marigolds
Now this hurts me a little, as I love flowers, but if those rebellious children won’t plant beets, somebody’s got to! So, instead of a row of marigolds, I planted a row of beets (and some onions) right by our front door.
Anyone can see that neither vegetable is truly thriving. I’d like to blame this on the hail that went through a month ago, but really it’s because I’ve got a two-year-old who walks all over it too.
In the end, I hope this little garden tour inspired you to keep at it, especially if gardening overwhelms you. It’s always worth it!
Just the other night the children sold me a handful of their green beans. We haggled over the price. I told them that the average market price was a $1.68 per pound. They responded promptly by reminding me that their green beans were organic and likely worth triple that amount. How outrageous!
I’ve had an interesting week. My 4-year-old daughter was holding a folding chair by its hinges and running. She tripped and fell on top of the chair, which immediately sliced her two fingers–one on each hand. The lefthand fingertip was dangling; the right was only cut through the bone.
Yuck. It gives me the willies just thinking about it, for I had to put the one fingertip back in place. Ew.
I debated on whether or not I should post a few pictures of her cut-up fingers. I decided to go for it, but with a warning that the following pictures are just plain gross. If you’re queasy about such things, you had better skim past ’em! For the rest of you curious folk…
After my last post on Summer School, I had a few of you ask some great questions:
How does your “Art & Tea Time” work exactly?
Around 3pm, I yell, “Art & Tea Time!” Everyone makes a mad dash for their cursive books, extra paper, drawing books, and colored pencils. The Eldest puts on the audio book, and I either fold laundry or do some dinner prep. During this hour, 4 of the children are required to do 2 pages of cursive, which I never check. I also give them a snack. In the colder months, we had tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. Now I tend to give them anything that will keep the 2-year-old and the 4-year-old quiet–so, like animal crackers or gold fish. When Art & Tea Time is finished, the children put everything away and also set the table for supper. Then they quickly disappear, usually outside, so that they can’t receive any more chores from Mom.
What audio books are good for a variety of ages?
My age range is 2-13. Generally the youngest two never listen, but just eat a snack and roam around a bit. I’ve found that if the volume is loud enough, they won’t cause any problems. In any case, our favorite books that have satisfied everyone are the following:
a.) The Little House on the Prairie series by Laura Ingalls Wilder
b.) The Little Britches series–books 1-4–by Ralph Moody
c.) The Mitchells series by Hilda van Stockum
d.) The Cottage at Bantry series by Hilda van Stockum
There are others, but that should get you started. If you have any questions about these books or need more recommendations, drop me a line!
What if your children complain about the audio selection?
Then they can go sit on their bed in Black Out until Art & Tea Time is over.
It’s no secret that I love wearing skirts. (There’s a whole post on it HERE.) This summer I added two more. And yes, that means I got rid of two. You do remember The Rule, right? One in, one out.
So anyway, I was in dire need of two new skirts. Where to find them? I checked out a few secondhand stores, and while I did find something for my daughter, alas, there was nothing for me.
And oh! What to do on a budget?
I had to shop online at the Power-Hungry-Giant, otherwise known as Amazon. Sigh. But truly, these were about the cheapest skirts I could find that met my length requirement. (I prefer to cover my knees.)
And so, if you’re curious, I’ll link below the two I bought. They’re great, if you don’t mind a skirt sitting at your natural waistline.
I was whining the other day–bemoaning all our feckless Church leaders actually–and it occurred to me that I should just spend 5 minutes in gratitude, for there are a lot of things to be thankful for.
So today, I’m highlighting some awesome stuff.
Awesome Stuff You Might Consider
My Heart Lies South: The Story of My Mexican Marriage by Elizabeth Borton de Trevino. I know I mentioned it before, but this autobiography was downright hilarious. I laughed out loud as De Trevino chronicled her real-life adventure of marrying a Mexican in the 1930s. Of course her husband came from a large, traditional Catholic family complete with strong opinions and stronger emotions. I must say, she never had a dull day in her life.
I am thankful for Chickens. The other day, during the Communist Lockdown, we went and visited some family in a different state. They have baby chicks, and not only are baby chicks cute, but they are practical too. We might have to look into owning some ourselves.
Apparently Tractors are pleasant and enjoyable too. Who doesn’t love driving around a 1978 John Deere 4040 through a mud hole while eating a cookie?
Or how about watching children play? They can be very creative and entertaining. Lately our children have been playing a game called, “Anti-Social Distancing.” This a game wherein everyone marches six feet apart with one person acting as Governor Evers. Governor Evers wears a face mask and carries a big stick. He puts people in jail who try to break his unconstitutional mandates.
This guy’s hat is awesome. He’s my brother-in-law.
Dr. Marshall’s short video on Post-Covid19 Predictions is spot on and awesome. My husband and I heartily agree with every point of his, especially Number 9.
Need another can’t-put-it-down-book? Read Pierced By a Sword by Bud Macfarlane Jr. It caught my attention because Michael O’Brien wrote the forward. I am almost finished and really enjoying it.
And finally, I am thankful that The Eldest still wants to match somebody.She picked out my outfit!
As I sit here and type, life goes on all around me. Sounds of Julian Lage’s latest album drift in from the dining room. I can hear the three older children chatting and laughing while washing the dinner dishes. A few of the other children are playing on the swing set out my window with my husband. And I just finished folding a load of laundry. It’s rather peaceful around here.
But in the meantime, the media spins and screams and dictates and shames all day long.
What to do? Today I thought I’d offer a few suggestions that might help. Read through them if you want. Take what you need and discard anything that overwhelms you.
A Few Thoughts to Consider
Sigh. Maybe it’s time for a “media” break? If the news is getting to you, shut it off.
I hate to be a downer, but I don’t think this is going away anytime soon. Think of 9/11. Think of all the security measures that resulted from that tragic event–the security measures that came and stayed.
As our culture becomes more and more obsessed about health (and less and less concerned about the soul), there will be fewer and fewer personal freedoms. I wouldn’t be surprised if this didn’t happen every year–I mean a Mandated Stay at Home Law every winter and spring. New viruses will come after all, and we’ve just set a precedent–lock down for everyone.
That’s kind of a depressing thought, however true I think it is. So for me, I’ve got to step away from the media for awhile.
2. This may sound a bit crazy, but assess your local situation as regards to the Sacraments. Are your bishops and priests finding ways to nourish your souls? If not, consider moving to where these things are happening. For if our culture continues on this current trend of limiting personal freedoms and shutting down the Sacraments, it will be necessary to have courageous bishops and priests willing to sacrifice their lives, perhaps literally, to ensure the survival of the Faith.
If you’re curious, our priest here delivered a dynamite homily yesterday about seeing this current situation for what it is. He starts at about 17:20, and I can tell you, he had our attention. (Yes, that’s my kid screaming about halfway through. Embarrassing.) We are so thankful for his witness. And for our bishop.
3. Organize your family life. You need a schedule for everyone’s sanity. If you struggle with this concept, get a copy of Holly Pierlot’s A Mother’s Rule of Life. She gets her priorities right–prayer first, everything else next, etc.
4. Speaking of prayer…have you considered praying the breviary? These are the ancient prayers, psalms, and readings of the Church. They are the Church’s Divine Office–a heartbeat of love to the Father. Of course I would recommend praying the Roman Breviary, but if that’s too much for you, start with the Christian Prayer book.
If you’d like more information on the breviary and it’s history, read Pius Parsch’s The Breviary Explained. My husband couldn’t put it down. Consider giving that book to your husband for Father’s Day.
5. Learn how to garden. Now I am no expert at this, but over the years my husband and I have just plugged away at it, and it’s always been rewarding. Even if we have crop failures, like the year we thought we planted cucumbers, but didn’t, or the time the carrots didn’t come up, or the time the boys pulled all the onions because they thought they were weeds… But something always does manage to grow, and it’s fun eating it.
6. Enjoy a glass of wine with your husband tonight. Let the kids watch Lilies of the Field and play a hand of cards.
And Just For Fun
A reader was recently inspired by my post on Art Walls. She made one of her own, which I’ll post below.
It’s Holy Week, and right now, life is looking a little grim with this Mandatory Shut Down. It’s not easy.
This morning my daughter discovered a tick embedded in her swollen leg. She hastily ripped it out and flushed it down the toilet, without letting us examine it, to determine whether or not it was a deer tick. Then she began showing signs of Lyme Disease.
After a chaotic morning of visiting with a doctor–God bless her soul!–and exchanging information and photos of my daughter’s leg, she’s now being treated with an antibiotic. The doctor is hopeful that she’ll be fine, as we hopefully caught it early enough.
Me? I drove straight to a coffee shop and drank a cappuccino, for I’m a weak individual.
In any case, today I’m offering 12 signs to help identify that you might be nearing the end of your rope with this Quarantine Madness. We pray that God will lift this scourge soon. In the meantime, enjoy!
Quarantine Madness: 12 Signs It Might Be Getting to You
You find yourself sitting in a lawn chair at the end of the driveway, just to shout a hello to other people out walking their dogs.
You’ve decided to drag another lawn chair out there, with a case of beer, and offer passersby a drink if they’ll sit down and have one on the house. You can sit 6 feet apart after all.
You’ve* decided to build a raised garden bed. You’ve always wanted one anyway.
You’ve resorted to drinking box wine because it can be purchased in bulk and lasts a lot longer than a bottle. It’s also penitential because it tastes so badly.
You’ve instituted an Hour of Drawing in the afternoon for the children wherein they must produce a work of art or face the consequences.
You’ve decided to read one of those really long, boring Russian novels with characters that you can’t pronounce because you have the time.
You’ve considered hemming your husband’s pants that are too long for him, even though you loathe sewing.
You’ve taken up running. Might as well trail for a marathon.
You’ve loaded up the children and driven around just for the fun it. (Don’t tell the authorities.)
You’ve instituted Happy Hour wherein your husband makes cocktails at 3pm.
Dear Readers, thank you for your prayers. Paul is doing very well. He’s terribly sore from his incisions, but he is free from piercing migraines and ceaseless retching. We are very thankful.
This has been the most pleasant–can I say that?–hospital stay that we’ve had. For you see, there’s no one here. Literally, this hospital has never been this empty in the memories of anyone that I’ve asked. It’s all in anticipation of some massive influx of Covid-19 patients, which hasn’t happened and hopefully won’t.
In the meantime, we zip in and out of x-rays and scans and anything that might be scheduled because there is no one vying for these services. And the nurses and doctors have extra time to visit with us, which is nice, as no others visitors are allowed.
In any case, because we live so closely and Paul is doing so well, we will be able to go home today. Praise be Jesus Christ!
Those of you who have been reading this blog for awhile know that I am not crafty–I don’t like messes, multistep projects stress me out, I loathe construction paper, and I don’t own markers.
That said, I do have an Art Wall.
Now I had to have an Art Wall because my children draw, and just where was I to put all their lovely art work? On the table? On the kitchen counter? On the floor? In the trash? Nope. On the Art Wall.
Do It Yourself Art Wall
Of course I couldn’t make the Art Wall. (Remember, multistep projects stress me out.) So, I enlisted the help of my husband. “Dearest,” quoth I, “If I buy a chunk of wood and some clothespins, would you kindly glue the things on and screw the whole thing to the dining room wall?”
“As you wish, darling.”
Ah, what a great man I’ve married. He even took the time to accurately measure equal distances between my ten clothespins. (I’d have eye-balled it, if forced to do such tedious work.)
In any case, for those of you interested, here are the steps for making your own Art Wall.
11 Step Art Wall
Decide how long you want your board to be. I had about a 5 foot space of wall for this project, so I wanted a board about 4 feet long.
Look around your garage for spare hunks of wood. Grab a hand saw and cut it to your preferred length.
No spare wood in your garage? No problem. Drive to Menards–if they’re open–and check their scrap pile. That’s where I got mine. I paid about $1.30 for it.
Check your junk drawer for old clothespins.
None there? Ask Grandma to check her clothesline for any spare ones.
Grandma on lock down?
Order some from Hobby Lobby online. They’re super cheap; it’s where I got mine. I went for the mini-ones.
Decide how many you want on your board.
Beg your husband to measure and glue those clothespins on so that they’ll be straight.
Make your husband his favorite drink and beg of him to screw the whole thing to the wall.
Make yourself a drink. You are done. Cheers.
Art Walls Are Necessary
During this time of Mandatory Lock Down, we’ve been forced to be a bit more structured in the afternoons, as the children were becoming bored and restless. My solution? I instituted an hour of drawing, cursive-writing, and audio books.
Therefore, this increased time of creativity naturally resulted in more art work. Of course we do send pictures to Grandma and Grandpa and Auntie and whomever else we can think of, but in the meantime, it certainly gives me peace of mind just knowing where to put all those papers.
Lastly, if you’re following Coronavirus and the plight of the Church, I strongly recommend Bishop Athanasius Schneider’s latest interview with The Remnant NewspaperHERE. I wish more bishops and priests would follow suit.
And one more thing…lastly, lastly, the governor of Wisconsin waived all state park fees. So, we’ve been trudging through the rain and the muck and greatly enjoying the wilderness.
Here are some of the children at Parrot State Park. Have you been venturing more outdoors lately?
The oft-quoted Charles Dickins’s A Tale of Two Cities comes to mind, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
Personally, I think Bishop Athansius Schneider nails it HERE at LifeSiteNews. (Be sure to read it.) He notes that not even the Third Reich dared to do what’s happening to us right now, especially as pertains to the government and the Church. In his latest book, Christus Vincit, he warns of a coming One World Government, which in the article above, he refers to as a “Sanitary Dictatorship.” Frightening, no?
But you know who else was predicting this years ago? Catholic author Michael O’Brien. Have you read any of his literature yet? If not, pick up Father Elijah. You likely have time on your hands, after all. And that book is a page-turner.
What else can we do besides read great literature?
Of course we need not despair, even though I am tempted to. Early last week, right before the Terrible Ban on Everything, our family went to Confession, and alas, I did confess despair. My priest–God save him!–quietly asked me if I was familiar with the Gospel passage about Jesus sleeping in the boat during the storm from Matthew 8?
“Yes,” I responded.
“And when the disciples woke Jesus, what did he say to them?”
“Why are you afraid, O ye of little faith?” I sighed.
My priest continued, “But I don’t want you to dwell on that. Rather, I want you to remember that he was in the boat. He was there all along, in the storm, and he’s here now. I want you to thank Jesus for being in the boat with us. He hasn’t abandoned us.”
I found great comfort in that, and it’s been my prayer lately. Thank you, Jesus, for being in the boat with us.
Besides personal prayer? What else?
Here are a few other thoughts:
While I hate to encourage more screen time, I will say that Dr. Taylor Marshall and John Henry Weston are spot on HERE.
But more importantly, are you saying a daily family rosary?
I know I talked about the difficulties of fasting recently, but are you fasting? Even if it’s something small? Perhaps you could give up creamer in your coffee? Or refrain from adding salt or pepper to your dishes? Or give up ice cubes? Anything is better than nothing! Start small, if you’re new to this.
Get yourself to confession. Today. Who knows where this is going to end? If the governors of California, New York, and Illinois can put everyone on “house arrest,” then your governor can too. Call or email your pastor. If he’s worth his salt, he’ll figure out a way to legally hear your confession.
Encourage your pastor to do 24-hour Adoration, if your state’s not on “house arrest.” Even if no more than 10 people could legally attend, and of course observing “social distancing” laws of 6 feet, this would be a beautiful way to keep Churches open.
And finally, encourage your priest to do processions. I will be eternally thankful to our priest for noticing which way the wind was blowing last week, for we had a lovely procession with prayers against pestilence last Sunday.
But we need more processions.
Daily processions. Perhaps priests could walk the streets with a Cross Bearer and two Acolytes, while reciting the Litany of Saints and Prayers against Pestilence. This could be done daily, at say 3pm. The faithful could park their cars along the way and pray. Or the more bolder of the faithful could follow behind, keeping “social distancing” laws of 6 feet.
No really, processions are so important that I’ll leave you with two examples of exemplary priests from the past. I pulled this information from newadvent.org. It’s an online Catholic Encyclopedia. We really need to get this done.
As the plague still continued unabated, Gregory called upon the people to join in a vast sevenfold procession which was to start from each of the seven regions of the city and meet at the Basilica of the Blessed Virgin, all praying the while for pardon and the withdrawal of the pestilence. This was accordingly done, and the memory of the event is still preserved by the name “Sant’ Angelo” given to the mausoleum of Hadrian from the legend that the Archangel St. Michael was seen upon its summit in the act of sheathing his sword as a sign that the plague was over.
Personal visits were paid by him to the plague-stricken houses. In the hospital of St. Gregory were the worst cases; to this he went, and his presence comforted the sufferers. Though he worked so arduously himself, it was only after many trials that the secular clergy of the town were induced to assist him, but his persuasive words at last won them so that they afterwards aided him in every way. It was at this time that, wishing to do penance for his people, he walked in procession, barefooted, with a rope round his neck, at one time bearing in his hand the relic of the Holy Nail.
Does Coronavirus have you down? Are you wondering what you might do? Never fear! Here are 3 things I’m doing to distract myself from everything shutting down…
I’m drinking more coffee. If cappuccinos weren’t so confounding expensive, I’d drive myself to a drive-thru and drink them all day long. On second thought, I am a Catholic, and we’re suppose to practice moderation and all that, so maybe I’d limit myself to two–one at 6am and one at noon, to ward off that darn Noon Day Devil–but as it is, I’m lucky if I get one a week. In any case, coffee helps, I’m telling you.
I’m listening to Mariah Carey when my children aren’t around, so like during “Quiet Time.” Naturally I’m a secret Mariah Carey admirer. I can’t help myself. I grew up blasting her music and singing at the top of lungs with my sister. I know, I know, you’re going to remind me that she dresses scandalously and has terrible lyrics/music and all that, but I am a weak individual. Mea culpa. I’ve written about it HERE. Pray for me.
3. I’m painting, and I hate painting. It’s the worst. And every single house we move into always requires it. How about you? Are there any home projects that you need to get done? Now’s the time!
BTW…the only way to survive such everlastingly tedious housework is to drink cappuccinos and blast THIS. You know what this song is really about, right? Not having enough coffee, of course.