Reflecting on this week
it's been alarming to say the least.....
I survived it all
Let me start off by saying our septic is on the fritz...meaning yes, we need a new one.
Apparently we did not factor in our 4 kids who adore toilet paper and long showers
when we bought this abode
and the laundry ah yes,
the Mount Everest of laundry I climb each day
chipping at it with four kids
like shoveling in a snow storm
Just waiting for that mountain to fall.
And it did
this 3 bdr house could simply not with stand all this.
we need a new septic this spring
meaning I have to take garbage bags filled with laundry- yes, garbage bags, to the laundry mat
When people tell you that they pick up heaps of wet,
damp, musty, moldy towels
in their teens bathroom
believe it !!!!!
a startling realization to me.
I fought back telling the kids (no, I probably yelled)
- what do you think this is...
" Le drop and go self cleaning spa????? "
you now only get one towel a week
they just gaze at me with supreme indifference
The following day I took my sweet angels to the dentist
Fog horn comes running towards me bawling
I have 5 cavities mom.....!!!!!
instant discomfort for both parties
we both felt the pain...
My horses pasture has become an ice lake that melts and re freezes
every other day
the girls are so frightened of the ice-
they walk awkwardly and carefully
as if tiptoeing on top of the slippy stuff
(ever seen a horse tip toe?)
After riding for the first time in 3 months
I came back from the stables
sore as heck walking around like John Wayne
pretty happy with myself having survived the winter with no slips
walked back to my tack room to hang up my saddle
maneuvering very carefully thru the islands of ice patches
with a new dusting of snow
and....down she goes
with no grace at all
both feet in the air
on the ice
on my back
with my saddle falling on top of me
pain shooting up my back
alarmed and grateful at the same time
that nothing was broken
Later after the shock of going down
I hobbled hoy into town
to pick up my weekly share of books
excited to dive in
I end up stepping in cat puke on the wool rug
as I methodically clean it all up
calling the dang cat every swear word I can think of.
Mimi doesn't speak Norwegian
(my choice of language to cuss in)
finding a rare moment of bliss- quiet
to sit down with my aching body
not so fast.....
Foghorn comes running in from school
he yells out to his siblings....
moms pissed off- she's baking again!!
he looks up at me with his deep blue eyes
are we having pissed off pies mom?
and that folks ....is what I do when the weeks like this hits you like a storm
yes, I am pissed off
I have had a rough week
a very rough week
so I feed my family cake
because it makes us all feel good
they know I love them
with all my heart
and this will all be a faint breeze of a memory
toilet paper, wet moldy towels, cat puke, icy falls and cavities