One thing I really like about chickens and dogs and my kids is that they're basic. Oh sure, the kids have funny and even insightful things to say on a pretty regular basis, and they can have complicated thoughts at times, but if you stopped to ask them if they were concerned in the slightest about all the things their mom had on her "list" to accomplish in a day they'd look at you with a blank stare as if to say, "Mom has a list?".
That's right. Not a one of them, not the 8 chickens, the dog, the three kids and let's throw in the cat too, care one bit about mom's list.
And that's probably as it should be.
And maybe mom shouldn't put so much stock in her list either. Because maybe things like food, water, shelter and love are some of the best things they've got going. So it's on days like this when I look around me at the indifference to my "busyness" and question it's merit, and worth and how much space it's occupying in my life. It's fair to say that the list, albeit whittled down to a minimum, has been trumped by 8 chickens, 1 dog, 3 kids and 1 thirteen year old cat. Enough said.