A mulish five-year old in front of a plate of peas has nothing on me.
Let me explain.
Yesterday, I picked apart the remaining to-do’s on The Hushing Days and spread them all out in front of me.
Nineteen tasks stared back at me.
I moaned. I whined. I may have even thrown a little fit. “But, Mommy, there’s so many of them! I’m going to be here forever!”
Just like a child with nineteen peas between him and a mountain of fresh-from-the-box LEGOs, I pouted.
Don’t worry. I’ll stuff the nineteen down somehow. Might have to slip a few into my pocket, but my plate will be clean and I will get to play with my LEGO’s… but the process is not going to be pleasant.