How is everyone’s Sunday going? It’s been a decent weekend for us. Friday was my friend Jessica’s birthday. We played bingo at the Elks club. After 9:30 I had turned into a potato, so my night was going to end soon. We spent the night at the camper. Getting to sit by a campfire finally was awesome. It’s been either way too dang hot, or the mosquitos have been terrible.
Saturday Chadley had to cut hay all day. Such a bummer that he’s always working. I understand, if he doesn’t work, then we don’t have money to pay the bills. It doesn’t help that I think about how close harvest is. That’s always a hard time of the year for us. He works long late hours, and some times we don’t see him for days. Between starting the house, and harvest, we might get a little lonely and bored. I used to hate field work time. I felt so lonely. After so many years, you get used to not seeing him and it becomes a vacation. I would eat when I wanted, and go places when I wanted. The girls and I had done all sorts of fun things when daddy was working. It actually gave Chadley and I a chance to miss each other. It got to be exciting when we got some quality time in. This year, I am exhausted just thinking about it. There’s so much to get done before harvest, and not much time to do it.
Wow, that turned into a sad story. Moving on now. Since Chadley was cutting hay, the girls, his mom and I went on an adventure. We decided to check out some parade of homes tours. There’s always a chance there is something new out there, but luckily I already know what I want with the house. We spent most of our time driving to these houses. At one house the girls had to pee. Of course, you are not suppose to use the bathrooms at these places. They don’t usually have toilet paper either. A little tinkle wouldn’t hurt anyone if we are really quiet about it. The girls peed, and we moved on to the next house across the street. Oddly enough, Reese had to pee again at the next house. I figured she was just testing me, because she thought it was cool to break the rules. As she is squirming around and holding herself, I could tell she wasn’t kidding. We went upstairs to find a private bathroom. We waited for another couple to leave a room and then we ended up in the master bath. She was relieved to pee, but the next words that came out of her mouth were haunting. “Mom, I have to poop”. For the love of God child, now is not the time. There are families coming in and out of all of these rooms, and there is no toilet paper. There’s no stopping her now. When you have to poop, you have to poop. I know the feeling all too well. The smell was something awful. The new house smell was now gone. It was soiled with the smell of fear and rotting cow. I was hoping it was going to be a clean cut kinda poop. No such luck. As she scooted off the toilet seat, green, slime smeared the lid. I looked around again for TP and found none. I saw a beautifully folded white cloth on the sink. Where would we hide that? And then I see that glass decorative jar holding a few handfuls of cotton balls. Bingo! I made have had to use 3/4 of the jar, but we got those cheeks clean. It was a mad rush to get out of that house. Once someone hears that toilet flush, they are going to question you. We considered leaving it there, but that’s just wrong.
We finished off the day at the apple orchard. We missed lunch hour by 7 minutes. Saddest part of my day. I did buy a couple of pies though, and the girls got to pick their own apples. By the time we got home, ate supper, and were ready for a campfire, I couldn’t deal with the kids anymore. No naps makes for a really cranky evening. Luckily it gets dark earlier now, and I was able to put them to bed.
Today Chadley had to cut hay again in the morning. The girls and I got the camper picked up and took much needed showers. We went to the winery and let the girls play in the bouncy house for a while. We went for the corn maze, and then realized I shouldn’t walk that long anyway. After a late lunch, we drove around and got cranky. The kids were very tired, I was getting tired, and Chadley was getting bored.
Grandma Wendy, if you noticed some toys out of place at your house, that was Reese. We stopped in the say hi, and she started to play immediately.
The best part about my day wasn’t just the family time. It was much needed and I loved it, but something else happened. Something incredible. Ashley stopped over and dropped off those apple turnovers, just like she said she would. I stuffed one down before the kids could see it. So good. So very good. I’m sure somewhere in the recipe, it calls for butter, so it must have dairy, which has protein. I didn’t feel bad about eating it one bit, and I intend to have another one pretty dang soon.
The babies are craving everything apple. I drank 3/4 of a 1/2 gallon of cider. That gave me the craps, so I probably won’t be doing that again. I had some apple pie. I had some honey crisp apples. I also have a bunch of baking apples now, thanks to Todd and Michelle. My next appointment is on Tuesday. I will have another TTTS check by ultrasound, and get another progesterone shot in my ass. The last one didn’t hurt like they said it would. I think it’s because I have really strong butt cheeks.
Anyone have information on Child Labor Laws in Minnesota?