Ohhhhh.....here we go again with no spaces. You gotta love blogger. It's the world's largest run on paragraph.
Outside my window........dark, stormily washed, wee morning hours
I am thinking......that I wish I could fall asleep in my husband's arms tonight.
I am thankful......that he has a good job and there is a reason I cannot.
I am wearing......honestly???? An old t-shirt and underwear...with socks. It's what I'll sleep in...if I ever go to sleep.
I am remembering......that I cleaned out the entire back 4 car carport for 5 entire hours yesterday with only a ton of little helpers to "help" and it still is not finished. Yep....it was that bad.
I am going......to finish it tomorrow. And if I can stand the heat, finish the attic too.
I am reading.......A Walk in the Woods.....funny stuff!!! Even not so book loving husband is reading it now. Caution: heavy language is used sporadically throughout so if you think you might be offended there are probably better choices out there for you.
I am hoping.....that I do not have to fix another meal for another year. But I will sleep and I will wake up and feel refreshed and I will again fix another meal...and another...and then sweet, dearly loved, so appreciated cooker husband will come bail me out like he so patiently does and fix dinner for everybody.
I am hearing.......not the TV.
Noticing that......it is almost June, I am 18 weeks and I can now regularly feel our baby move.
From the kitchen....nothing even appetizing.
Around the house......tons and tons of white and black chicken feathers from the 3 chickens that did suicidal dives into the backyard yesterday afternoon. Collected and drug in by no less than 4 feather loving little boys. Yep....our beloved white giant rooster that was so entirely loveable and one of the original black hens that we have had 2 years. The 3rd one actually managed to survive her brush with death in the 100 lb dog's jaws....her 2nd escape from a dog's mouth. She is by far our best hen and despite our commitment to not become attached to chickens has been the one hen we really fell in love with. She actually comes when you call her. The children nursed her back to health, gave her an indoor box to sleep in despite the dire predictions I gave them. She just wasn't looking so swell. Amazingly this chicken that could not even walk after being chewed up by the dog slept in the house, awoke and after a night's worth of hand feeding her and putting water to her beak got up and began walking around the house. They deposited her back outside in the side yard this morning with the few other chickens that stay up close and she's living still. Tough bird. Her romantic name the children gave her? Slobbery. Appropriately but nastily deemed after how slobbery she was after surviving her first encounter with a dog.
One of my favorite things......my children. All 8...and even 9.....of them. They are my delight. They bring happiness and laughter to my heart. They never cease to amaze me, bring me joy, say the funniest things, do the funniest things and inspire me to be everything I am not...everything I want to become.
From my picture journal.....
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