If only there were more hours in a day. Spent the weekend basically wishing I could be gifted a couple of clones for Mother's Day and running around like a madwoman in the meantime. I fantasized about what everyone else's Mother's Day were probably like while I was cutting twine off of the combine, fishing cannibalistic chicken victim's out of the brooding boxes, painting the coop in the wind (just imagine how this was going), taking care of two hyper boys and one sick girl and nursing my injured husband back to health. *hysterical laughter*
I did get a sunburn which I am hoping turn into a tan and not a skin-flake, and I can get my planting done this week.... well the start of it anyways. It was one of those weekends where everything just kept going wrong, but in a way that just felt entirely right. I was with my family, I was getting goals accomplished, everyone was having fun and it was a learning experience.
As of today the coop is completed on the inside and I am 3/4 of the way done painting it. We are 2/3 of the way done with the fencing around it (we would have been done yesterday but Keith injured himself), my starter garden is ready to plant and we got the inside of the house a little more organized.
Right now I am sitting here having my coffee and Cajun eggs and listening to Scabbers chirp in the entry. Scabbers is one of the chicks that survived the attack this weekend and she is officially an inside chicken for now until she is all healed up.
Yes we have a chicken in the house.
As I write this blog, I realize how ridiculous I sound. I am exhausted and this whole blog is bouncing to and fro from one topic to another.
Maybe I will just hop off of here and try again in a little bit. I raise my coffee cup to all of you struggling just as much as me this morning. I raise it higher to all of you doing it with some grace :)
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