It’s cold, rainy, windy and plain out gross outside. A day that would be perfect for sweatpants and slippers, coffee and pizza, writing and moody music. Instead it’s the school bus and gas station, laundry and cleaning.
The life of a mom, so close to having those perfect days, yet always so, so far away from them.
And like I said, I have cleaning to do, because I am crazy and I love my son. Yup it’s his fault. His fault that I have to prepare for MORE ANIMALS. Which honestly are only a couple more chicks to add to our four chickens we got last year, and who can say no to a boy who so carefully reads out the flyer to you, with those big brown eyes, and does cartwheels the minute he finds the ad on chicks.
Because chickens make eggs, and this momma loves animals that pull their weight, or lay their weight, either way, 80 eggs last month from four little hens, I’m not going to complain.
Well I might complain, just a wee bit, because one of them likes to attack me when I’m in the garden trying to till up the rocks I seem to grow. Apparently she sees invisible worms crawling up my fingers and arms, and I’m sure she’s only trying to save me from these invisible worms that she knows are really vampires in disguise. And really she should feel lucky that she lays pretty blue/green eggs because I really think she’s crazy and
my dogs would sure love some fresh meat I mean my freezer could really use some fresh meat…
Now where was I?
Yes, it’s raining and dark and cold and windy and all in all completely nasty outside. I’m feeling completely inspired to work on my edits, and completely un-inspired to blog. And really none of it matter because I have cleaning to do, many much cleaning, and a toddler to chase.
It’s an almost perfect day.