One more thing to do.........

As usual things just don't go as they are scheduled to. Why do I think I am special enough for things to go the way that I plan? I am not alone thinking that they should.

I love having my husband home for an extra day off. I like sleeping by his side. Just knowing he's there and isn't rushing off for work, gives me a special kind of comfort for the day.

I like to chat and next thing I know it is very late and the girls are calling to remind me. OK, I'm up and ready to go tend to the girls needs. Phone rings and it is a frantic call from a young friend who would like a little extra support (sure blame me again if things go wrong) but moral support in a time of stress is sometimes all that is needed. On the way over I am humming the Calvary charge. Of course by the time I get there things have gone according to what nature has planned and not me. Spend a moment to make sure everyone is where they should be and off I go to tend to the girls.

My son has attempted to use the new milking machine and is about half way through our list (a little slow but the girls are grateful).. I help by milking the Does on my knees and we're done in no time. Next the cows and I'm off for grain and then back to help put up some Sheetrock and harvest a turkey or two.

What! No help need for the Sheetrock! Fine, I'll just make a head roll. Wow. 47 lb turkey dressed. Not bad. Chores. Oh yeah, made some cheese and dough for pizza and starter for the feta tomorrow.

If only I had 5 more minutes in the day I could type what else I have done today but then that would take too long. There are several more tasks to complete before my day is done. If only I could do one more thing a day..........then I wouldn't get any sleep..........

Spring Surprises

Spring this year has lived up (so far) to the Metaphor "in like a lion" and I will up date when we reach the end of the month. I have to say it is raining again but he cold has lessened and we get a few days of the stronger sun to help dry the boot sucking mud for us. I have renamed my daughter Nanny Mudd Fanny since a rather large Doe (who was frightened by the new milk vacuum noise) dragged her face down through the mud while other Does proceeded to step all over her body as well as her head leaving her engulfed in a nice stinky layer of mud. I don't understand why she didn't see the humor of the moment. Truly a site to behold and I'm sure many a farm wife has chuckled over this maylay often.

I don't understand why so many women find terror in children having fun in the great outdoors. I have heard Mom's say "stay away from the puddles" "don't get dirty" and too many more to even type out. Don't these Moms consider that they may be giving their children long term psychological issues, dirt phobias, rainy day disgruntlement?

Around here a pound of dirt ingested a year keeps a kid healthy. Of course I don't condone eating mud pies but puddles are magnets as well as brooks, ponds and swamps filled with fun polliwogs and dragon fly larva. I don't expect my children to come in from their day of adventuring without scrapes and bruises however I do expect that they use the good sense God gave the goat and not break any bones.

This Mama is a firm believer of a right to childhood and all the dirt that goes with it. Once again my house is no showcase but then again one feels at home the moment you walk in the door. Take your shoes off? Not unless you want dirty socks.