I usually try to have theme - a story to tell when I write a post. Not today. Today is Random. I just want to record what happens in my life on a random day. A day that I was not planning to record. I just sat down and thought - hey! Why don't I write down what I have been doing today, and maybe one day it will be interesting to my kids. Or someone. You never know.
6:22 am: Woke with a start, knowing instinctively I had overslept. Yep. Was supposed to be up at 6. Anyways. Jump out of bed, (yes, I usually jump) dash to the coffee pot, and start it. I always get the coffee going first thing. That way My Cowboy can sip something to wake him up while I fix some eggs.
Meanwhile My Cowboy gets up - groggy from lack of sleep the last few months of night-calving - and stumbles out to the truck, leaving to check the heifers yet again.
7 am: breakfast has been made and eaten. I check my email. And Pinterest. And FB. Of course.
8 am: I get off the Internet and call my sister, trying to motivate myself to tackle the cleaning. It works. She assures me that I am not crazy to hate cleaning my shower, and sympathizes with the dread of mopping my kitchen. We talk. I clean. Soon my bathrooms are shiny, my kitchen floor is shiny, and we're still talking.
11:30 am: Off the phone - now I am hanging out clean laundry, marvelling at the warm spring air in March. The birds are singing. I love hanging out laundry.
11:45 am: The kids have asked repeatedly "When is lunch gonna be ready? Is there anything to eat?" I tell them to wait for lunch. I want them to be hungry - cause I know that the PW spaghetti casserole is not as well-favored in their eyes, as it is in mine.
12:00 pm: My Cowboy has just driven in the yard in a huge, John Deere tractor with a bale-buster attached... Reheating leftover PW casserole. Mmmm! Smells wonderful. I dish it up and we eat.
12:15 pm: Brewing more coffee.
12:30pm: Serving strong black coffee with brownies.
2:00pm: simmering chicken carcass and onions, and garlic with water for chicken stock. Strain, pour into jars, seal. Put in the pressure canner - heat.
2:30 pm: Txt my friend: "Any news on the arrival of Baby Williams?" :) Reply says: Yes! Baby Boy!!! PTL! I smile. it makes my heart warm and fuzzy. Babies do that to me.
2:50 pm: Take the lid off the pressure canner - and burn my finger on the steam. Duh. Such a newbie mistake - and I have been canning for years. Seriously annoyed.
3:00 pm: Mix up some cinnamon roll dough in my Kitchen Aid. Take pictures. Lots of pictures. Maybe one day these pics will end up in a cookbook. Mix up frosting for the cinnamon rolls - with a little cream cheese, just to put them over the top.
3:15: Send the kids out to bring the now-dry towels in from the line.
3:20 pm: Take the dry sheets from the dryer, and load the dryer again.
4:00 pm: Get the kids started on Sunday School lessons, ask them to tell me their verse. Jenni knows it perfectly - Frank needs a bit more review.
4:25 pm: Check the car for any trash - get the water bottles out and washed. And refilled. And put in the fridge. The kids always get an extreme case of thirst about 15 seconds after we leave church. It's amazing. Water bottles are magic.
4:30 pm: Mix up a batch of pizza dough.
4:45 pm: Take some home made freezer chicken stew out of the freezer, and plop it in a pan - cover with foil and bake.
4:50 pm: Start the bath for the girls. They want to bath in my big tub. Fine. Lucia goes potty - only she sits right on the edge of the seat - and dribbles down her leg, onto the floor, etc. So much for Saturday Cleaning.
5:00 pm: My Cowboy comes in. He eats a cinnamon roll, and tells me he has to go through the cattle yet. I cling to him for a minute - I wish he could be done for the day. But I know that I likely won't see him again for several hours. I ask him if he likes the cinnamon rolls. I know he does - I just like to hear him say it. :) He says: "yeah - so I think I will take another one!" And he grabs one as he goes out the door.
5:30 pm: I put the pizza in the oven. I fold the clean clothes. I put the sheets on the bed. I tell Lucia to stop screaming and let Jenni wash her hair. (Jenni has been begging to wash Lucia's hair for some time now.) I sit down and check FB again. And post something weird and sentimental. Then I think of all I have done today, and I wonder - why not write a quickie blog post about my day?
So I did.
Edit:: Just found out the baby is a girl! (I think...) Ok. Major communication fail...