SPOILER ALERT: This is the hardest working lady you know.

So, I know how to work. I do. I work a lot. Sometimes I have trouble not thinking about work. But I can occasionally break away from that and be entirely useless. This typically doesn't last because there is someone in the house (SEE ABOVE) who shames me into working more. Today I ended up on the roof cleaning the gutters as a result. She doesn't do it intentionally. It is like when you're being a jerk to someone in the street and Mother Teresa walks by. She just exudes an aura of productiveness and awesomeness and you can help but follow her example (Heather, that is, Zombie Mother Teresa can cram it).

Children are some of the most at risk to being influenced by Heather's Working Effectively disorder. That is Evey with garden gloves on pulling weeds with Heather. Someone think of the children!

Heather hoed out the entire back garden area by hand herself. I was lazing about on the roof (Evey kept saying "Daddy top my house" until she went to bed - she was amazed). Anyway, Heather did this all herself in the blistering, hottest part of the afternoon (The roof was breezy). And then she laid down mulch. Now the idea is to plant some native plants. I can't say I fully understand it, but in a few weeks, you can expect to see plants you would expect to see growing in Michigan growing in this plot of land:

Exciting right? Yeah, I thought so too.

So, I give you my wife. The hardest working lady you know, not just because of the weeding. If you know her at all, you know this is just symptomatic of her excellence. There is Heather's way and incomplete.

I hear she's not a half bad mom either.

(She did all that work while wrangling Evey. I tried to make dinner while wrangling Evey and my results were that Evey managed to get a hold of a stick of deodorant and smear it all over her chest, drop and break something, and get bit by Duke.)