Frazzled Frenzied Fun

I know I’ve said this before but if I had someone following me around with a camera for a reality show it would be a hoot.  My mama always told me to act like you are confident even when you aren’t.  And over the years I have really learned to just be myself.  But myself ain’t always pretty.

Last week was a crazy & amazing week.  I was planning to go out of town for ‘the launch,’ getting ready for my first Ladies Night Out class for my Rusty ReDeux biz & preparing frantically for kidding season to begin with purchase of future mac daddy on our dairy goat farm who was arriving Monday (today).  (sigh).  Lots of prep here people.  I’m talking dresses & jewelry, goody bags & craft supplies, hundreds of dollars worth of medicine & loads of manual labor.  Yes I loved it but honestly I would have spread the love out a bit if I had been thinking straight.  It was C-R-A-Z-Y.  I even went grocery shopping at 9 pm one night!  So not this morning girl’s thing!

The week was eerie.  I’ve got this Blue Moon thing going on the past two weeks where everywhere I turn I see the words Blue Moon.  In movies, on jewelry beads, weird places.  Plus I’m excited and nervous all at the same time for each event.  And even a little sad to leave my babies for the weekend.  It seemed like life kept slapping us in the face all week like a giant wave that just kept washing over us every time we’d come up for air.  Our debit card info got stolen, keys were locked in cars, it was 90 and my husband works in HVAC.  You get the picture.

So on the big day, Friday, I have everything prepared & packed even though the house was UPSIDE down (still is mind you) and we’d eaten out more this week than we had in our whole ORGANIC RESLOLUTION LIFE CHANGE. I picked the boys up early from school so we could snuggle on the couch & play outside together before we left.  Instead life happened.  I had just gotten out of the bath and was hoping to take 2 hours to get ready (which is my favorite way to get ready) when the phone rang as I’m looking out my bedroom window.  It’s hubby saying Honey you’re gonna have to find someone to watch the kids tonight I have to work late again (ok I had stuff every night this past week and had left the kids with everyone I knew cuz hubby had to work late every night AND we were gonna be gone all weekend).  As I’m seething I notice the baby chicks are running all around the yard.  They are supposed to be in there special cage under the heat lamp.  I hang up, wrap a towel around my head & tighten my robe belt & yell for the kids to come help me.  As I’m chasing the chicks around the yard the mailman pulls up to deliver the mail.  Whew.  That was painful to relive.

The weekend ended great though.  My lovely sister in love watched the boys and the class was a blast.  The party & time alone with hubby was bliss.  And this little goat is adorable even if I am covered in milk from bottle feeding him.  The good & the bad are what makes life worth living. 

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