Two mountains loom on my horizon. I pass by them regularly. I attempt to climb them most days, but they are unconquerable. Just when I think I have reached the summit, I turn around to see another ascent that I hadn’t noticed. Before I had kids, the peaks didn’t seem so out of reach, and if I ignored the mountains for a few days I could easily roll up my sleeves and make my attack. Now, though, if I miss a day, the mountains become insurmountable. So I keep at it, day by day, even though I know there is no end in sight.
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Without looking at the pictures, I was thinking of something else! 🙂 I love this! How clever! This is how I feel every Sunday when I do laundry. I can’t even remember how easy it must have been before I had kids. Thank you for sharing!
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Wonderful descriptive language! I want to read this to my 2nd graders without showing them the photos to see what they think the mountains are. I am on the other side of the mountain now, you won’t believe how fast it goes.
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Great imagery. That dish thing is really real.
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Oh my goodness! I so love this! I so get it!
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