Oloh? Hello? This poor blog has been neglected hasn’t it?
Yesterday was the wrap-up of four months worth of work on three events I planned for the little school my kids attend. This year it was easier, but also harder than ever. Easier because I’ve done it a couple of times and now I don’t have to start from scratch, but harder because of my responsibilities at home and the lack of resources that I need to do my job and teach my boys and still keep things running on the home front…..what I would have given for a housekeeper, cook and third car these last couple of months. I am pooped and I think I might have shaved a good 15 years off of my life. I’m ready to re-enter society now, but today I’m staying in my p.j.’s and wondering why one of my big toes is numb.
Okay, enough about me.
Clay is out working on the porch right now. I worry about him. He has worked so hard the last few weeks, then took a day off to help his wife (because…he’s awesome and makes up for the lack of volunteers that I needed, but didn’t have because….ugh) and now he’s out using a power saw. I just hope at the end of the day he has all of his limbs. Okay, so the porch, we decided to refinance the house because, Hello! Have you seen the interest rates? Well, the idiot who came to do our appraisal decided we couldn’t get the loan until the porch was fixed. He saw the lumber that we had purchased, asked how much it was worth and then did the appraisal based on that. Okay, that’s fair. But then, the IDIOT appraiser decided to give us a deadline to have the work finished before we could close on the loan. Right in the midst of our craziness. It’s supposed to be done by next weekend. I hope I never see that guy again, because I might sick my mean rooster on him or shove the porch up his appraiser pocket. Geesh! Have mercy, it’s not like we weren’t going to fix the darn thing, we just don’t have time right now!!!! And yet, there’s Clay out working on it to get it done before the end of the week. Oh, to have help on this would be such a Godsend. Oh well, it’s okay we’ll get it done….that has been my mantra the last week every time somebody tells me they can’t help or can’t show up or didn’t read any of the emails with the information that was provided, blah, blah, blah.
I’m pretty sure I’m stuck in the children’s storybook The Little Red Hen, except I don’t get to eat the bread at the end of the story I get to watch as everyone else enjoys their fill. It’s strange how it makes me happy that they are enjoying it, but I wouldn’t mind if a few of them choked on it. Just sayin’. I need a little space and time so I can recharge my bank of patience for the human race.
Right, sorry…I said enough about me.
I need to show you all pictures of Salt the kitty…she takes turns sleeping in all our beds. I know. She’s the most spoiled animal in the world. And I totally bought her a litter box against all my will I did not want to make her a house cat and yet I worry about where she is all the time. Stupid little baby-girl-kitty-kitty-snooky-wooky-face.
That’s it. That’s all I have. There is no more. Someday I’ll blog about something more meaningful like pigs and chickens.