Many of you may have known me from my old advice column; “She Doesn’t Talks About Dating, but She Talks About Waiting,” that later went under the name, “The Only Thing that Is Sure Is Your Relationship With God.” I tried Blog Spot, but didn’t like it as much as I do Word Press, so I’m back here under a new name, but still with the same mission.

From the perspective of understanding that God ordains relationships, let us now govern ourselves according to the words that will be spoken here based on the factor of understanding the word “Covenant.” This is one word that is often mis-interpeted by those in the body of Christ. Covenant simply means “agreement.”

What are you in agreement with God for today? What have he asked you personally to do? You don’t have to send me a response back and answer these questions, but I do want you to keep in mind that we are held accountable for every written/spoken word of God concerning our life. It’s not in the power of my might to tell you what God’s individual will is for your life and vice versa. God speaks to his children about that which concerns us.

He will make his WILL known in the way that he sees fit and it’s to our advantage to be at a place to OBEY him when he calls us. We can write up tens of thousands of stories of what we feel God is speaking concerning his word and we can even try to set out on a quest to try and change what God has spoken concerning his will for our lives but in the end, we are not going to change the fact that his word is HIS WORD and he will not alter it just to suit your bill of faith of what you deem is right.

I’m looking forward to the expansion of the column and even hope to get some insight from others who are also called to minister in this arena. I will definitely target those that are called to ministry who KNOW that they are surrendered to God in every area and they are trusting him “solely regarding their relationships status.” In the future look for messages, sermons, live shows, books, and more concerning what the Lord releases us to give to his people in this final hour as we move closer to the SOON return of our Lord and Savior Christ Jesus. If you would like for me to come to your ministry event, please feel free to visit my official website at http://www.christianauthorshanetria.webs.com

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Evangelist Shanetria Peterson

Mostly people are well behaved in 12a. They enter like obedient puppies, heads hung low, submitting themselves to the treatment, trusting the nurses know what’s best, anticipating the reward of going home.

Going home is the equivalent of a liver treat at the end of puppy school. “Isn’t it great that your going home!” the nurses remind us and other patients at the end of everyday.

Every now and then a patient arrives making it evident that he or she isn’t going to tow the line. It makes my day on my chair more interesting. It’s hard to read quietly with all that happens in here, so mostly I observe, write, and think.

That is, when I’m not actively defending my daughter, or asking advice or down in pharmacy filling the endless scripts for the drugs she requires on a daily basis.
You can tell which patients are new. They aren’t as confident, they complain about how long they’ve been waiting, they still have their hair. They are happy though to be served cordial and Arnott’s ‘Nice’ biscuits from the food trolley at 10:15am and sandwiches at 12:30pm.

We bring our own lunch and I’ve made friends with all the staff who serve the food and drinks. This way I hope they’ll resent me less when I’m under their feet in the kitchen and occasionally they offer me a drink as well as Sam. I’m sure it’s against regulations.

Today there’s a new guy in12a. He arrives in King Gees looking like a fan of Steve Irwin. It’s clear he isn’t a fan of being here. None of us are. He refuses to sit in the denim blue ‘Jason’ recliner and opts for the visitor’s seat instead. “It looks disgusting and dirty,” he tells the nurse who graciously informs him that the choice is his but they are cleaned and sterilized every evening.

The nurses are amazing. All day long they try to make things as easy as possible sympathizing, listening; providing advice and as much
information as possible. Today they are listening to ‘Love Songs of the 60s’ and laughing together behind the desk.

This morning we are arrived at 8:00am for the blood tests and now we wait for the bone marrow biopsy. It’s 11.30am. Sam is reading Harry Potter, she is calm and unfazed, though extremely hungry. It’s a drag that she has to fast for sedation.

I’m thinking about the promises of God. How we inherit them through faith and patience.

Lots of people have asked me what happens now since Pastor Phil prayed for Sam. Can we take a test to show she has been healed? Can the treatment stop? Does she continue with chemo?

Others, countless others have loaned us and bought us books! Recommended diets, suggested alternatives to chemotherapy.

Like having a newborn baby it seems everyone has advice for me.
Beautiful, well meaning people who want to rescue us from the pain.

Everyone who has known someone with cancer empathizes. It’s human nature, I guess, to make comparisons, to give advice, to seek to encourage and lighten the load.

We’ve decided to do two things. One is to put our faith in God, the other is to listen to our doctor. We are committed to believing that Sam is healed and we are walking out her healing by receiving all the treatment her doctor is recommending.

In the case of leukaemia, the proof of healing is in clinical trials.

We need to get two negative results in a row to show that she’s in full remission. The first result will come from today’s bone marrow biopsy. The next one will come a few months from now, after the next bone marrow biopsy.

We are in complete faith for these two negative results. Unfortunately we must be patient allowing the treatment to continue until we can get this evidence. Without this proof the doctors give Sam little hope. They fear she will relapse. Relapse patients have a 5% chance of survival. We are not afraid.

Sam is healed and we continue the process of treatment until the doctors agree.

Many cancers can be cured by diet but there is no recorded evidence available to show that this is possible in the case of leukaemia. Some chemotherapy drugs are derived from plants and natural sources but food in and of itself can not penetrate the bone marrow and cause it to create healthy cells.

The biopsy procedure only takes about half an hour. First Sam receives a new wrist band, hears the two A4 pages of possible risks, read aloud and then autographs the forms. Her vital signs are monitored, her weight considered, an area of her back is marked and then a first dose of Medazalan. She seems to be rested but opens her eyes wide awake when the icy cold disinfectant is rubbed over her lower back. More sedation, then the whirr of the blood pressure cuff inflating and deflating.

The doctor takes his time. That in itself soothes me. I feel like Sam is a person not just another task to be completed in an already busy day.

A large, green sterile cloth is laid over her back. It has an access hole to isolate the site area. She has to hold still. The first injection of anaesthetic makes Sam cry out loud. I can see that she’s tempted to stretch out her legs but she controls herself. I feel helpless but remind her she is strong and can do this.

After all this the biopsy can take place. I am brave, glancing over
the green cloth, I watch. I see the tools, the needles, all the equipment. I see a cork screw like implement protruding from my daughters lower back, the concentrated face of the doctor, immediately I wish I hadn’t looked.

Focusing back on my job here, I squeeze her hand, helping her breathe. Breathe in and out 1,2,3,4 and in! So it goes throughout as he tugs and pulls and my legs feel weak.

The extracted, pinkish blood fluid is collected in petrii dishes and smeared over microscope slides. The procedure completed brings tears of relief. For the first time Sam begins to sob and her mascara smears the white pillow slip.

When she has finished crying she asks me to turn the pillow over, wipes her face, asks to eat or drink. But she has to continue fasting another hour. She is craving French onion dip.

It’s 1:30pm now and she’s sleeping. There are only 2 other patients here.

Her vital signs are checked every 15 mins for 2 hours after the biopsy. They are taking every precaution today.

Tomorrow she starts the oral chemotherapy three weeks behind schedule. Then next Monday she will be admitted at last.

The ‘Presence Conference’ was incredible. We arrived with great expectation and were not disappointed. Pastor Phil’s prayer and the support of the crowd lifted us.

I am thankful to God that as we cast our cares upon Him the yoke is
easy and our burden is light. We enter His rest.

What father hasn’t been jolted out of bed by the cries of their child racked by nightmares?

Nightmares of gross monsters under the bed, or evil bad men hiding in the dark corners of the room, possibly a wicked witch flying around the ceiling deep enough into the darkness that they could not be easily seen.

What father has not calmly sat beside their frightened child with the lights on to convince them that there is nothing in these places?

The dark of the night seems to bring out the worst in the minds of our children. Thoughts so vivid they are undoubtedly real to the small child.

I remember some of these dreams from my childhood. Although I now blame much of my fear of the dark upon the original Kind Kong movie I saw on television one night with my older brothers and sisters. Though a fantasy, my older siblings did what they could to convince me it was real, that fear ran deep in my mind for many years.

Most of these nightmares are generally harmless and in most cases the ultimate answer to the problem is very simple.

The Night Light.

The night light is an amazing invention. A very small wattage light bulb, with some cover, usually a theme known to the child as positive, e.g.: Toy Story, Cinderella, Dora the Explorer, etc; plugged into an electrical socket in plain view of the child.

This devise provides just enough light to supply a measure of comfort but not enough to prevent sleep.

A child awakened by uncomfortable dreams is reassured by the light that all is the same as when they said their night time prayers. The comfort of this simple light is enough to quell the fears, in most cases, and the child returns to their much needed slumber.

In our older children, we as parents often play the role of the night light in their lives. As the pressures of school or work build, thought of potentially devastating outcomes take the place of these childhood nightmares. Often these thoughts are not any more real than the proverbial monster under the bed, but our child needs reassurance.

As fathers we provide insights into the real situation that our children often face. We can speak in love and out of experience to the logical outcomes and the long term impact of many perceived issues.

In effect, we become the night light to our older children.

Likewise, we as parents, sometimes face monsters of our own. In these cases where do we turn? What options do we have?

I believe the answers to both of these questions in our relationship with God. Like the frightened child we often see in limited ways during our times of darkness. We awaken to what we perceive as a true situation and we cry out for help. All the while God is there providing the light that will calm our fears. Reminding us that things are not what we think. He is in control and we can rest in his light.

Our job is to understand this simple truth and teach it to our children so they can live a healthier and happier life, free from the monsters under the bed.

En Servicio Como Padre

 Déjà vu! 

Here it is 1am and I am up frantically typing on yahoo IM and calling all the authorities I can think of, so this man doesn’t kill himself.  Yet, this time it is different  -he isn’t my man. 

The signs were all there, but the first time around I couldn’t see them.  How could I?  I had never met anyone, that knew someone who really committed suicide.  In my world people talked about it, maybe (just maybe) threatened it; but to actually do it-only happened on TV.

Yup, I was that naive.  Then one day, it all became too real for me.   My story coming soon… 

But tonight was a bit of a different story.  It was not my man, who had yelled death this time, but one of my dear friend’s man.  I won’t say her name, but I will say that her friendship is one I cherish deeply.    Sad to say she is sailing the harsh seas in the broke down boat I still cling  to.  As of today, like myself, she has steered down the path of single motherhood.  My heart breaks for her and her unborn child, but from experience I know this decision has not been made lightly.  I, in no way swayed her decision.  She had come to this conclusion on her own, which is how we both ended up on the phone in our separate towns with the police dispatcher of the Northern part of our state.  

Her decision to get out of a mentally abusive and controlling relationship set off the mastermind to pull the “I’m gonna kill myself”card –again.  This is the second time he has pulled this card in the last 4 weeks.  To me it is pathetic, because I know it is a tool of manipulation: But you never know when they are serious, so assume the worst.  I mean, the guy was throwing up and sending the pix to my dear friend to prove he had taken sleeping pills.  This man (more like little boy except he is in his 30s) passed the police evaluation, then threatened to use his gun after the police had gone.   This is when I got involved.  The dispatcher said the police went and they don’t believe he was a danger to himself or others, so they would not return.  My dear friend was very upset!  Who wouldn’t be, this is the life of the man who fathered her unborn child?  We called mental health and suicide hot lines to get what ever help is out there, but the police created a dead end.  Since he checkout OK with them, he couldn’t be placed under psychiatric watch.  

Finally, she was able to talk to him rather than through yahoo IM, and his voice and demeanor was normal.  We had to come to the conclusion that this was the master at work manipulating my dear friend, so she wouldn’t leave him. 

So as of this night >> all ties have been CUT!

What is worse:  Staying with a mentally unwell man, who refuses to seek help and uses threats of suicide to manipulate the relationship?  Or the heartbreaking struggles of single motherhood, with the promise of peace of mind and soul. 

I know there are those out there (myself included in most circumstances), who would argue that the father needs to be in the child’s life in order for the child’s mental wellness; but in a case such as this -I STRONGLY DISAGREE.

A master manipulator, who claims he swallowed 50 sleeping pills  (confided to a 14yr old girl so his message will get to his prey) is not someone I would suggest as suitable to raise a child.  Yes, it may have been stupid to get pregnant by such a person; I know from personal experience.  But sometimes when you love someone, love makes you blind. 

Motherhood, can be an HUGE magnifying glass super glued to your face.  Once reality sets in and you see what is really going on,  it can be difficult to take a step back and make the right decisions.   But the mature and responsible thing to do is almost always the most difficult.

To my Dear Friend, No matter what you chose to do in your life I will support you.  I am always here for your and you baby.

HugZ

D

 Déjà vu! 

Here it is 1am and I am up frantically typing on yahoo IM and calling all the authorities I can think of, so this man doesn’t kill himself.  Yet, this time it is different  -he isn’t my man. 

The signs were all there, but the first time around I couldn’t see them.  How could I?  I had never met anyone, that knew someone who really committed suicide.  In my world people talked about it, maybe (just maybe) threatened it; but to actually do it-only happened on TV.

Yup, I was that naive.  Then one day, it all became too real for me.   My story coming soon… 

But tonight was a bit of a different story.  It was not my man, who had yelled death this time, but one of my dear friend’s man.  I won’t say her name, but I will say that her friendship is one I cherish deeply.    Sad to say she is sailing the harsh seas in the broke down boat I still cling  to.  As of today, like myself, she has steered down the path of single motherhood.  My heart breaks for her and her unborn child, but from experience I know this decision has not been made lightly.  I, in no way swayed her decision.  She had come to this conclusion on her own, which is how we both ended up on the phone in our separate towns with the police dispatcher of the Northern part of our state.  

Her decision to get out of a mentally abusive and controlling relationship set off the mastermind to pull the “I’m gonna kill myself”card –again.  This is the second time he has pulled this card in the last 4 weeks.  To me it is pathetic, because I know it is a tool of manipulation: But you never know when they are serious, so assume the worst.  I mean, the guy was throwing up and sending the pix to my dear friend to prove he had taken sleeping pills.  This man (more like little boy except he is in his 30s) passed the police evaluation, then threatened to use his gun after the police had gone.   This is when I got involved.  The dispatcher said the police went and they don’t believe he was a danger to himself or others, so they would not return.  My dear friend was very upset!  Who wouldn’t be, this is the life of the man who fathered her unborn child?  We called mental health and suicide hot lines to get what ever help is out there, but the police created a dead end.  Since he checkout OK with them, he couldn’t be placed under psychiatric watch.  

Finally, she was able to talk to him rather than through yahoo IM, and his voice and demeanor was normal.  We had to come to the conclusion that this was the master at work manipulating my dear friend, so she wouldn’t leave him. 

So as of this night >> all ties have been CUT!

What is worse:  Staying with a mentally unwell man, who refuses to seek help and uses threats of suicide to manipulate the relationship?  Or the heartbreaking struggles of single motherhood, with the promise of peace of mind and soul. 

I know there are those out there (myself included in most circumstances), who would argue that the father needs to be in the child’s life in order for the child’s mental wellness; but in a case such as this -I STRONGLY DISAGREE.

A master manipulator, who claims he swallowed 50 sleeping pills  (confided to a 14yr old girl so his message will get to his prey) is not someone I would suggest as suitable to raise a child.  Yes, it may have been stupid to get pregnant by such a person; I know from personal experience.  But sometimes when you love someone, love makes you blind. 

Motherhood, can be an HUGE magnifying glass super glued to your face.  Once reality sets in and you see what is really going on,  it can be difficult to take a step back and make the right decisions.   But the mature and responsible thing to do is almost always the most difficult.

To my Dear Friend, No matter what you chose to do in your life I will support you.  I am always here for your and you baby.

HugZ

D

Give me truth … or give me a Tums.  Speculation and accusation both typically, make me want to vomit.  So many incorrect assumptions are drawn, from passing circumstances; as if “life doesn’t happen” causing different light to be cast on a given moment, in time.  Of course the shadows will appear different.  To then reach the conclusion that that which was … is no more … is fallacy on the tallest order.

They say that time took its toll … the way that time does.  They say that it grew … but just couldn’t take root deeply enough to weather the storms that life can bring.  Those damn storms - employment storms, health storms, relational storms.  They seem to roll into and over our lives like tsunamis.  They say that complacency was also, to blame.  That these things are simply, hard to keep alive and vital.  Some have even begun to say it never really was.  That it was just a story … about an idea … based on a feeling … stemming from a desire.  I say, that’s a damn lie.

I was there … and I saw it.  I saw it live and breathe and bless!  I was part of it.  I am part of it.  It hasn’t died and it can’t.  The tie that binds here is love; brotherly love.  God-given … having eternal value … bleed-beside-you-in-battle-&-die-w/-you-there … love.

This wasn’t a club or team or affiliation.  It is a brotherhood.  An eternal brotherhood — for better-or-worse brotherhood.  And I am so honored to say, I am among its members.  If by chance you hear that the “G-Men” are no longer an assembly … punch the messenger, in the face … and tell them it’s from me.

You tell them … neither hell nor high-water can separate me from the love I hold for my fellow G-Men.  You tell them that I am wholly committed to these extremely excellent men, as my brothers-in-Christ … and my brothers-in-arms.  I will hold them in my heart and I will pray for them.  God has brought them into my life … and my life is eternal.

You tell them that circumstances may have us traveling different paths, for now … but not different directions.  And I will look to the horizon … to that point in time … when our paths will cross, again … and we will proceed, in our walk together.

Can you imagine the guys are gathering in front of the television before the big game. Charlie inters the room with a platter of buffalo hot wings, a bag of pork rinds, and chips with salsa. He wears a troubled look on his face. Bill, the sensitive one of the group, notices the underlying emotion and queries Charlie about it. Without hesitation Charlie announces to the group of men, “I’ve been thinking; am I worthy of love?

In another case; a group of neighbors are sharing the afternoon by grilling steaks and hot dogs in the backyard of one of the families. As the men joke and interact with one another, the group suddenly enters into an impassioned discussion around the question; “Am I worthy of love”?

Or, how about two men are laboring to change the water pump on an old 1969 Plymouth Road Runner. As one tightens a bolt the wrench slips and he mashes his finger against the engine block. As he regains his composure he comments. “man that really hurts. It kind of made me think, am I worthy of love”?

Something tells me none of these scenarios are likely to occur in groups of men anywhere in the world. It’s simply not a question commonly discussed among men.

Yet, it is one of the greatest areas of insecurity among men today.

Most men today struggle, in one way or another, wit their identity. In fact, Bill Perkins, in hi book Six Battles Every Man Must Win: Tyndale House, 2004, lists “Fight for Your Identity” as the very first battle. If you don’t win this battle you have no hope of ever getting through the other five.

For the majority of men, their identity is tied up in their relationship with their father. If they could not get some level of acceptance, some level of love, with their father, their heart was wounded deeply. Over time this would gets covered over with more junk fro life and the wound is never healed.

With an aching would in their heart, men move on in their lives and begin to self-medicate to avoid the pain. They self-medicate with sports, work, sexual exploitation, drugs, alcohol, and a whole host of other things they hope will distract them from the pain.

This pain can not be healed until a man comes to the point in his life when he begins to ponder the question; “Am I worthy of love”?

His past has certainly not encouraged a positive answer. Without intervention, without healing, a man’s relationship with his wife, his children, close friends, can not and will not develop in a healthy way. He will continue to go through the motions and remain that wounded little boy who could not measure up to his father’s expectations. A child unworthy of his father’s love, unworthy of love at all.
As men, as fathers, as friends, we must realize the impact to this wound. We must turn to God, in the form of Jesus Christ, who can move aside all the trash of life and by His love go straight to the heart and heal that wound. Only through the perfect love of Christ, will we be able to answer this question in the positive. Only by knowing how perfectly God loves us can we begin to understand how limiting a wounded heart is and begin to live our lives in freedom from the pain of a wounded heart.

En servicio como padre
Dave

San Antonio knows how to celebrate. Fiesta is happening right now - twelve days of parades, music, fun and food at events all over town, all day and all night long. I’ve lived here my whole life, and it still amazes me how the entire city is always looking for a reason to party. During the Rodeo in February, everyone digs out their boots and hats and becomes cowboys and cowgirls for a couple of weeks. During Christmas, lights fill all the trees along the Riverwalk, and thousands of worshippers, singing Christmas carols, travel through downtown with La Posada, a reenactment of Mary and Joseph’s search through Bethlehem for a place for Jesus to be born. We host the nation’s largest Martin Luther King Day festivities, and you can’t begin to imagine the spontaneous revelry when our San Antonio Spurs win an NBA championship.

http://holamun2.com/files/videos/shows/motr/motr-san-antonio.m4v

After being enslaved for centuries, Moses led the Israelites across the Red Sea on dry ground, and the Egyptians were swallowed up when God caused the sea to close in on them. That was a reason for a real celebration. They were free! Exuberant singing and dancing filled the Hebrews’ camp. And God enjoyed every minute of it.

The scriptures are filled with scenes of unbridled joy. Some of it was just spontaneous response to God’s goodness and faithfulness, like when David danced before the Lord. But much of the celebration was planned and intentional. Throughout the Old Testament God’s people were called to celebrate.

And the Levites, too, quieted the people, telling them, “Hush! Don’t weep! For this is a sacred day.”  So the people went away to eat and drink at a festive meal, to share gifts of food, and to celebrate with great joy because they had heard God’s words and understood them.
Nehemiah 8:11-12 (NLT)

All the Israelites present in Jerusalem celebrated the Passover for seven days, celebrated exuberantly. The Levites and priests praised God day after day, filling the air with praise sounds of percussion and brass. Hezekiah commended the Levites for the superb way in which they had led the people in the worship of God. When the feast and festival—that glorious seven days of worship, the making of offerings, and the praising of God, the God of their ancestors—were over, the tables cleared and the floors swept, they all decided to keep going for another seven days! So they just kept on celebrating, and as joyfully as they began.
II Chronicles 30:21-23 (The Message)

Good people, cheer God! Right-living people sound best when praising. Use guitars to reinforce your Hallelujahs! Play his praise on a grand piano! Invent your own new song to him; give him a trumpet fanfare.
Psalm 33:1-3 (The Message)

It all sounds pretty lively doesn’t it?

In the New Testament, Jesus told about the celebrations of the “good and faithful servant” and the father after the prodigal son came home. In Thessalonians 5:16, Paul put it pretty simply – “rejoice evermore.”

I particularly enjoy the image in Zephaniah, when God actually joins in the celebration with His people.

On that day the announcement to Jerusalem will be,
“Cheer up, Zion! Don’t be afraid!
For the Lord your God is living among you.
He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
With his love, he will calm all your fears.
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.”
Zephaniah 3:16-17 (NLT)
Maybe we just don’t celebrate enough. Or maybe we just need to refocus our rejoicing. God knows that celebrations are important when they’re directed to Him. He knows that our family’s faith is enriched when our homes are filled with praise. Kids don’t forget special times, fun and exciting times that are focused on the goodness of God. And, for that matter, adults don’t either.

I’ve realized how important it is to set aside specific moments to engage my family and friends in celebrating who God is. I want to acknowledge God’s working in our lives through even the little things. I want to make the seemingly insignificant things God does really significant. I think I’m going to throw more parties.

It seems that my family was being torn apart by all the divisive talk, actions, and teachings going on.  I noticed the children really becoming self centered, self important,and just plain old SELFISH!

So I sat them all down..I began by apologizing for letting things get so out of hand and for not being a proper example and asked for their forgiveness.  After that I shared with them verses that I wanted to implement to transform our relationship with one another.  It also included chores that were to be done together as a Family.

Before it was pretty much everyman for himself, no one helped anyone and there was strife and anger when someone didn’t get their way.  This mindset was encouraged by their father.  But I showed them verses that are from my Heavenly Father and that His word is the one we must obey first.  Below is our family chore/life list that was posted throughout our house.

blessings!

Philippians 2

2Fulfill my joy by being like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.

3 Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself.

4 Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others.

Romans 14

19 Let us therefore follow after the things which make for peace, and things wherewith one may edify another.

Romans 12

10 Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other.

1 Peter 3

8 Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another; love as brothers, be tenderhearted, be courteous;

9 not returning evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary blessing, knowing that you were called to this, that you may inherit a blessing.

10 For “He who would love life And see good days, Let him refrain his tongue from evil, And his lips from speaking deceit.

11 Let him turn away from evil and do good; Let him seek peace and pursue it.

MORNING CHORES:

· Breakfast

· Babies washed up

· Clean-Up Kitchen

· Laundry

· Floor pick-up

· Change clothes/clean room/brush hair & teeth

· School

AFTERNOON CHORES:

· Lunch

· Babies Fed, changed, ready for bed

· Clean-Up Kitchen

· Bathroom

· Vacuum Floors

· Mop Kitchen

· Laundry

EVENING CHORES:

· Dinner

· Clean-Up Kitchen

· Clean Sweep

· Get babies ready for bed

· Breakfast Prep