I wish I could convey to you the crazy pond of dysfunctional motherhood that I'm swimming in.
It's surreal, really.
And as much as I'd like to blame it on all the people around me,
it's all me, I'm afraid.
It's just that:
1. I can't handle the never-ending laundry.
2. The people here just want to eat. Every day. I hate that!
3. The floors, they never stay clean. Who needs that? Not me!
4. My job, the pay is so low. Let's strike!
But enough about my positive side.
Here's what we made the most of today on the ranch:
I discovered the fine art of cut-offs.
I mean, I've done this for my kids for years,
but never for me.
I think I look positively stunning in my knee-length Daisy Dukes.
Hooray for re-purposing!
I turned on the TV this afternoon for a brief moment of solitude,
only to find the channel on this:
A cattle auction.
A CATTLE AUCTION!
on some kind of cowboy station that K-Man had been watching late last night.
Naked bovine everywhere.
I was horrified.
I let Isaiah use chop sticks for lunch.
And I tell you what, if this Chinese-Kansan calls them CHAP-sticks one more time
I'm going to revoke the Chinese clean away from him.
A few hours later, our UPS man mysteriously left us a package at the end of our driveway.
I think he must have been sort afraid to have me sign for it or anything,
lest my crazy be unleashed on him.
Because it was filled with our homeschool books!
The kids were beyond thrilled.
No really, they were!
I can already taste the savory flavor of a structured routine.
And look at these two.
They dove right in with both feet.
How adorable and obnoxious.
Don't worry, they'll outgrow those over-achiever attitudes before long.
I'll put my money on...let's see, September 23rd.
Then after all of that, I made a very bland pork loin for supper.
Heavy on the bland.
Just my way of weaning my family off of my flavor-filled goodness.
You know, so they don't take me for granted or anything.
And on that note, I have dishes to do, children to nurture, a husband to pamper,
and some sanity to recover.