Let me set the record straight!  I have a wonderful life.  I have a wonderful husband who loves and adores every crazy thing about me.  He gets up everyday and goes to work at a place he doesn't particularly like just so I can stay home and take care of our 4 wonderful children whom we both think fell from the heavenly throne.  Our girls are obedient (for the most part), kind, gentle, loving, God fearing Christians who give us very little trouble.  Is a matter of fact, when we go places I always have people ask me how I do it...which I reply Deuteronomy 6.  However they also think that my life is very calm and full of days sitting around in the shade sipping sweet tea reading Sense and Sensibility. 

This morning started out fairly normal.  I sliced a loaf of bread and made french toast for the girls, en-hailed a cup of coffee and then removed the toothpicks that were holding my eye lids open.  The next 30 minutes were spent asking the 3 little ones "Are you dressed yet?"  followed by "Please walk the dog he's hopping on 2 paws now with his eyeballs floating."  Which was proceeded by "Are you STILL not dressed??" 

So by 9am we are all settled down for our studies when my 10 year old jumps up from the table and runs out the front door to tackle a chicken walking across the front yard.   I'm now wondering how the chicken got in the front yard and asking myself who else has escaped from the menagerie in the back yard.   So I get up to see if anyone else is taking a walk about when my daughter starts screaming for help because all 7 chickens, 2 ducks and turkey are trying to make a break for it.  The hunt is on!

My oldest daughter, who is NOT an animal lover, and I try to persuade the feathered friends back under the house and into the back yard while my other daughter is under the house chasing the chickens as the cluck and fuss all around in a circle at each other.  And low and behold if I don't hear "Hey Mom, I found an egg!!"  Well, that's great honey, but could you please find the CHICKEN who laid that egg and remove her from under the house!  -.-  

By this time it dawns on my oldest daughter and I that maybe, just maybe we should go to the back yard to see how the chickens are getting under the house.  We discover that the lattice work was pulled back so we straighten that all out when we hear my other daughter say "Hey Mom...wanna let me out?" As she is holding a very upset Rhode Island Red under her arm.  Oops, we forgot she was under there. 

So all chickens accounted for...all ducks accounted for...wait a minute...where's the turkey?  I look over in my garden and there she be...all in her glory...walking in my garden stepping on my squash plants.  So I send the girls over to try to catch her which freaked her COMPLETELY out and she proceeds to jump up out of the garden...and into the swimming pool!  All three of us gasp at the same time and all I could see was me diving into the pool (which was a lovely shade of green) to try to save this dumb bird.  But wait...turkeys swim!  Who knew?  But now how do we get her out of the pool?  So I grab the pool skimmer and lift her fat bottom up so she can jump out and what does she do?  She gets nice and cozy on the pool skimmer and settles down for a rest!  I think not!  So I hand the skimmer to my oldest daughter and head to get into the pool (did I mention that it is GREEN??) when she lifts the skimmer up just enough so the bird jumps out and onto the side of the pool where my daughter then takes the skimmer and knocks her OFF the side of the pool and onto the ground.  Dumb bird...

OK everything back to normal we head inside to get back to school work...  Where I find that my 2 little girls have taken Chester, the rabbit, and shoved him into the pink Easter basket...because after all, what better place for a rabbit to be than in an Easter basket right??  o.0  Sounds like me as a little girl thinking my cats actually LIKED being wrapped up in my blanket and being carried around in the 900 degree heat.  So there goes poor Chester hopping off to hide in the corner somewhere that he can't be found in fear of all boxes, bags and baskets and watching out for little girls with long curly blond hair that say hear bunny bunny bunny....

So I hope this helps clear up what my days are like...no shade trees...no sweet tea sippen...but lots of memories.  I love every moment of it and I wouldn't trade it for a million dollars.  Now I have to go...I hear screaming from the back yard and I'm sure if it's a child of mine or a goat... 0.0

I haven't done in almost a year...I'm going to the Sewing Studio.  I'm praying that after walking through the store, feeling the fabrics and touching the lace (something only someone who loves to sew will understand) that I will feel better.  I think I need this to kick in my love for sewing again.  Maybe it will pull me out of my funk you know?