Today as I was wiping down counters and switching batches of cookies in and out of the oven, my youngest daughter, now six and a half years old, came to me and said:
“I have learned something in my life.”
“Oh?” I asked. “What is that?”
“Even if you’re ugly, you are still you on the inside,” she said, trying to sound wise and final.
“And your mom and dad still love you,” she added.
“Umm . . . yes, yes of course they do,” I said.
“Unless they are evil,” she concluded.
The Midge hath spoken.
Today the sun is shinning.
Today I am not slumped over, wrapped around and resting my head on a mega pack of Bounty paper towels on the kitchen floor, waiting for my head to explode off my body and praying that I could just vomit already and get that part of the migraine over with.
Today is a good day.
My Seven Long Takes post will have to wait for another day. Today I have some catching up to do.
The Most Boring Post Ever, Born out of Avoidance of Real Work, But With an Interactive Twist at the End
So I tried to imitate some other bloggers last Friday and do a Seven Quick Takes post, but who am I kidding? I can’t be quick about it. Then I decided to share a picture of our new barn, but I didn’t get around to it. Riveting, isn’t it?
Life is kind of busy right now, actually. I have several things I’m trying to do/should be doing in addition to the regular home schooling/parenting/house frau stuff, and I’ve been a horse project widow for quite a while now . . . I mean, all the fence building and now all the stall building (for the first time I am thankful that we spent the money to have the barn built, because otherwise? My husband wouldn’t be engaged in our family life until sometime in March, probably).
And life shows no signs of slowing down until after the holidays. Which is good. Though I’m glad all the stall building/horse widow stuff is getting to where I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. He just has to build one door for one stall tonight, build two dutch doors, and then build a pallet thingy to store the hay on (so it doesn’t sit on the ground and have a higher chance of getting moldy). Hopefully it should all be done by the end of the week, or sooner. Your life is better now that you have this knowledge, I’m sure.
In the meantime, I’m reading books about horse training and getting horses who are already trained to respect you and not getting very far because I’m also reading other books, trying to write a book, needing to write a Christmas program, single parenting for the most part, doing ten times more laundry than I ever did before the oldest two set off on this public school journey, etc., etc., etc. and? In the meantime?
I am constantly being interrupted by a certain two-year-old coming to me and saying, “Knot knot!” To which I am compelled to answer, “Who’s there?” He then says, “Who!” and I follow up with “Who who?” and then he starts over from the beginning. I can’t not stop what I’m doing for this most mindless of knock knock joke exchanges because he’s talking. I almost called it pointless instead of mindless, but obviously it isn’t pointless because it is encouraging him to talk. It’s also not mindless (to him), but, and I’m just being really frank here, it’s gotten rather boring (for me) rather quickly. However, small price to pay to get him using that voice of his more often. He’s using it more in other ways, too, but I’ll save that for my Seven Long Takes which I may do tomorrow.
Anyway, how boring could this post be?????????
So here is the barn:
The one door you see on the side by the pond actually opens the wrong way, but it should be replaced in the next day or two. So compelling, I know. The other, bigger, doors are supposed to be installed tomorrow. And the stalls should be 100% done tonight. So, in theory, by tomorrow we should be able to put the horses in there when the weather is bad. Unfortunately, it is supposed to rain tonight. Alas . . .
And seriously, when McH built the monster swing set I had no idea it would double as a hitching post. I am beginning to suspect, however, that he did.
Now to be totally random: tell me about any bad experiences you’ve had/heard other’s have had on Facebook. Specifically, I’m not looking for negative things about the site itself, but rather bad experiences that have been born out of posting on Facebook or reading things others have posted. I’ll allow anonymous comments on this post for those who are willing to share but would rather not be identified.
