Monday, March 17, 2014

Routine and Restraint

Last week, Baby Blossom came down with a stomach bug, which hit the rest of us too.  I suppose it was a minor bug, but it still created 13+ loads of wash.

(9 loads down, still more to go...)

I'm thankful that we're back to normal.  Life was all "hickly-pickly," as my Amish cashier friend would say.  As a result, I observed that the Blossoms were struggling to obey today.

"Pay attention to your work."
No attempt to obey.

"Stop talking to your sister."
Babble, babble, babble.

 Daddy pointed out that days on end without restraint really affects their obedience level.  It seems like routine is very much of their restraint.  It's like the boundaries.  When it's cast off, every blossom does what is right in her own eyes.  So, it's back to the routine for us.  The Rugged, Mountain Man affectionately tells people that Mommy runs this place like the military.  I like that description. We aren't every man for himself.  We're working toward a common goal, moving as a unit and we know how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity.