Don't judge me
I'm sitting on my front porch swing and it is a truly beautiful day. The breeze is amazing and the sun is shinning. I have the beauty of trees all around me and birds are singing. Then, on occasion, I can hear a rooster crow or an egg song being sung. At times you can hear the entire flock of chickens going off for some reason or another. They cry wolf so often, to their own detriment, and when you run out to see what is wrong it can sometimes be a butterfly in their area flittering about. So, at times we just get tired of going out, stay inside, only to find there was something actually wrong. I am sometimes really hard on myself when it comes to the house and property. I start to look at it with my mothers eyes and hear her telling me what a failure I am at keeping it nice. I can hear my dad telling me to have Bruce fix this or that as if he is disgusted at us for letting it go. Why do I do that to my self? Are my...