This all started last night. I live in a very rural area so noises and smells from the surrounding farms are nothing new. However, last night I was up late and couldn't figure out why I was having trouble falling asleep. Finally it dawned on me. I could hear traffic. This is unheard of on my road. Traffic consists of 3 cars and 1 truck taking locals to and from work each week day and 1 or 2 tractors ferrying feed, hay or cattle to and from their various fields through out the day. So to be kept awake by the sounds of traffic at one o'clock in the morning is a reason to get up, go outside and take a look around. (baseball bat in hand)
Once outside I see two large manure tankers going up and down the rows of fields that surround my house. Kindly the one driver closest to my property was turning down their lights as the drove toward my house to keep the light from shining into the back windows. (thoughtful? but not working) At least the cold temperature was keeping the aroma at bay for now.
So started the next 8 hours.
After returning to my warm bed and watching the faint light travel across my bedroom wall several dozen times I fell asleep. After an exhilarating 3 1/2 hours of shut eye I was awake again. This time for no reason. So I got up went to the bath room (I like to share) and then tried to fall back to sleep. Which I did. Through one alarm and then the next. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
"Mommy get up!", my wonderful middle one yells into my bedroom at 7 a.m. The bus comes at 7:22. Ekkk! We rush around like crazy people. Dressed, teeth brushed (who brushes hair anyway?), clothes on, backpack loaded....On no! we didn't complete the social studies project that MIGHT be due today! (I say might because I am not sure if my middle one wanted to make bracletes for her friends or had to make bracletes for a social studies project. No papers came home explaining this assignment.) As we discuss what can be done about this oversight, the bus comes. Aggggghhhhhh!
Our bus driver does not wait. We run out the door. Two bites of breakfast and a drink of milk and shoes half on but we made it! Whew! I think that was crazy. I'll call the teacher and work out the assignment, if there was one. No problem.
I go to get dressed for my much needed morning run. The house seems a little cold. This is the first time I notice since now I am not running around crazy. Hummm, check the pellet stove. Ahhhhhhhh. The stove has turned off. I just want to turn on the electric heat and go for my run. Forget about it for a few miles but I don't. I tell myself I should just fix it now and then tonight I will just get my miles in.
So I get littlest up. He is happy to see me. That brightens my morning. I think things are going to turn around now. He nurses. Poor little guy my body is wanting to stop the breastfeeding. I don't know if I should work to keep my milk or just let in end now. I think about such things as we snuggle and rock in his room for a little while. A brief reprieve from the chaos.
Downstairs to tackle the pellet stove. 20 minutes, a pound of inhaled dust, one bloody knuckle and loads of prayers later the furnace is working again. Praise God!
Now the dash to get myself cleaned up and out the door. Littlest wobbles between the bathroom and the tv as I get a blazing fast shower. Oh, he has gotten the cabinet door open under the sink. No worries. Nothing "chem-ick-ally" stored under there.
Fast forward. I am dressed, brushed my teeth, all but ready to scoop up littlest and head to work. Score! I will be early. After all the pebbles in my way this morning, I am going to get to work early. Great!
Then I see him. Blue sparkly hands. Blue sparkly mouth. Blue sparkly nail polish.
You have got to be kidding me!
Could winning something even turn this day around??
