Preparing for a Future Valentine

Scroll to Next Picture To Skip Intro Story It was another typical night for me, or at least as typical as it can get with 14 younger siblings to care for and a stack of dishes reflecting the abnormal size of my immediate family. My parents were gone on date night, I was 18 years old, and it was time for the usual chores after the supper meal. You might think that 15 plates, 15 pieces of silverware, 4 pots, an assortment of cups and mugs from throughout the day, and a variety of dirty utensils with no dishwasher in sight would daunt any 18-year-old girl. But I rolled up my sleeves, knowing that in less than 30 minutes, all of those dishes would be washed, dried, put away, the counters would be wiped, and the floor swept. No sweat. Fast Forward 7 years… There I was looking at about the same size stack of dishes, but this time the stack had accumulated not from one meal, but from 2 whole days of me being gone at my part-time job while my husband and 2 small boys had rule