Well, I too had written Charity a little note this week, at the very beginning of the week. Me, being the neat freak mom I am, here's my note for Charity:

Now, this may seem a little mean. But there actually was a method to my madness . . .
I love Christmas decorations, but sometimes getting them all in from the garage and up is a bit overwhelming, even more so when the house is a disaster, as it usually is following Christmas Village. But last weekend we (mostly I) cleaned and cleaned, so the house would be a clean sanctuary I could come home to every night this week to relax for the chaotic mess of Wonderland Closet. (Yes, I know I have psychological issues with order and cleanliness!) Somehow, which I'll never understand, it can take just one day for an entire weekend of cleaning to become undone. . . . or does that only happen at this house? . . .
In order to promote Charity to keep home my orderly haven, I offered a little bonus, bribe you might call it. If she were to "help" keep the house clean this week (for her not creating gigantic messes that only Mommy can clean is helping) we would put up a tree this weekend, thus the note to remind her of this prize. Though at first she didn't know what it said, once I read it to her, I knew it would serve as a reminder. And you know what . . . it worked!!
Thank you Bro. Becton for cancelling the evening service this evening at First Church, so we Christmas Village workers can rest or better yet, spend much-needed time with our "neglected" children!!
And for my poor Charity, probably mentally destroyed by her mom's regnant notes, hopefully our little tree trimming party healed her wounds!!



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