hate is too strong a word for what i feel
when i have to do things.
after procrastinating for hours
i will finally get something done
in less than half an hour,
and then be mighty glad i did it.
there really is nothing i can think of that i hate doing.
yeah, i just go with the flow.
but, i can't but bring myself to make our bed after 9.00 am.
most days, the bed is made, pillows fluffed, quilts folded
before the kids leave for school.
if it doesn't happen then, it doesn't happen till night...