My life is not hard, but nor is it all kittens and rainbows. Sometimes I struggle to be heard. Sometimes I struggle to be understood. Sometimes I struggle to be respected.
Our visitors have gone home (ten days is a long time in anyone's estimation) and this week we were trying to get back into the swing, but after doctor's visits and everyone in the family falling ill, scorching heat and sleepless night-either dog or children up every two hours- compounded with UPS/canada post-related nightmares, and home-renovation nightmares when I did fall asleep (oh you decided to rip out my ceilings? But this isn't your house!) I was at my wit's end this morning.
For those of you keeping track, banana pancakes were served an hour and a half early. The chickens didn't know what to do with themselves as they probably were hoping for a lie-in and a little something followed by a typical milk drunk snooze.
I was running on fumes two days ago. No idea what day it is today.
In the midst of all of that, hubs was there for me with smiles and cuddles, patient with my angry spells and frustrations with people today. I need it understood that I know what my chickens need, and even if you do have a better way, I am the boss, the decision maker, mommy and these children are my privilege AND my responsiblity.
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