The night before Ethel arrived, the firewood delivery couple dropped off two cords of split wood.
I would have been content to leave it in a great big pile, but Ethel offered to stack it.
"I'll do a little bit every day," she said, "then it won't seem like such a big job."
Johnny: She's delusional.
Let's see ... "a little bit" times eight more days ...
Johnny: Maybe you should ask her to stay an extra week.
Me: Maybe you should stop supervising and start helping.