Everyday Dose Of Reality
Today I am inspired to do nothing. It is one of those days where you can see the humidity hanging in the air, and you don’t want to move. The really good thing about owning a school for your house is that the floors are concrete. Which means, the house stays nice and cool. I just want to lay first first on the floor and stay nice and cold. Can’t do that though because all the heat from the dogs that would pile on top of me would be unbearable.
For the last little while I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. No disrespect to my chickens with the saying. Load the washing machine, hang the clothes outside, feed the chickens, water the chickens, scrub out the ducks pool, fill the ducks pool, feed the kids every 5 minutes, wrangle the dogs from the yard roughly 30 minutes a pop, sweep the hallways, mop the hallways, get the husband off the roof, wrestle the hose, unload the dish washer, load it, unload it, load it again, sweep the kitchen, sweep the freezer room, rearrange Tinker Belle’s bedroom furniture for the least pleasing monster attack should they ever appear and take a full inventory of each child’s clothing and how much who needs before school starts next month. It is now 1:01 pm and soon I get to start slow grilling a full rack of ribs, what was I thinking when I took those out? I am sweating my butt off, similar to a sprinkler on low. What better time to have company right? A really nice gentleman stopped by named Dave, to see what was going on inside the old north school. The husband was giving him a tour while I mopped away in the hallway, sweating profusely. By the time he rounded the corner it was far too late to look presentable. Hopefully I have a second chance at making a better impression, and I promise I wont drip sweat from my hair next time I do see him.
The bonus to a day like today is that I have a nice bottle of Merlot chilling in the fridge. Yes, I have every intention of bringing out “Big Al” aka the big wine glass, and indulging while I lay face first on the cold concrete floor.