Sometimes it feels like life is a little like a hamster wheel, doncha think? My day starts out so normal and quiet, cup of java in hand and laptop fired up...then it starts...total and complete chaos! Now, we bake our own bread here at the farm (a strong aversion to white fluffy air-bread found at most grocery stores) so that means I'm tied to my kitchen for a good three hours every other morning. During that time I get caught up on other domestic tasks like laundry! If you know me AT ALL you know I have very strong feelings about laundry (and I DON'T mean the good kind of feelings!) so while I'm cursing the neverending pile of laundry that seems synonymous with farm life & boys, I'm attempting to motivate myself with rewards like warm home baked cookies (which are a great way to make good use of a pre-heating oven while rising the bread dough) and a clean kitchen - eventually...which is always short lived but still worth the trouble of cleaning it! (Can I get a "Hell ya!" from the ladies!?)
Then there's the phones. We have a total of four phone lines in our home. One is solely for outgoing long distance calls so its only in use if we choose for it to be. The other three are not so quiet! One is my business phone line and the others are the farm business line and my in-laws' personal line. It's not uncommon to see me with a phone on each ear while pulling something out of the oven with a basket of laundry balanced on one hip! Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration but you get the idea.
I think I need a personal assistant or a slave or a clone. Something. Someone whose sole purpose on the planet is to make my life easier. That would be lovely, wouldn't it? Damn, and here all this time I thought husbands were for that...how wrong was I?! (sorry Ray, but it's true and you know it! Spider squisher, okay...lifter of heavy things, you're the man for the job...cat barf cleaner-upper, I'll give you that too but I think that's pretty much it.)
Right now it's two thirty in the afternoon and I'm fighting to keep my eyes open. I think I want a nap but if you saw how long my to-do list was, you'd understand why I can't nap. Well, looking at the list I've got a choice between cleaning the bathrooms or more payroll. I'll take bathrooms for four hundred, Alex!
UGH! I will definitely be needing a glass of wine at the end of THIS day.