It starts with the un-seasonably warm weather we've had the past couple of days. The 50 degree heat and rain melted the snow and turned my yard into a lake again. Granted, I'm happy with the warm weather, but the amount of water is CRAZY!
Lake Nelson
I'm thinking about stocking it with some bass! Next thing I know, I look out the window and see horses that once were in the round corral happily munching on my hay stack. The same two horses that the neighbors had to wrangle up for me while I was at work a few weeks ago. Apparently one of them decided that 10am was WAY too late for breakfast and that the hay looked much greener on the other side of the fence and took out a few boards.
So I go out and wade through the swamp and put them in the other pasture that they had originally escaped from. What's especially irritating is that these two particular escapee horses are the ones that aren't even mine. They were supposed to be gone last weekend but, because of my lack of horsey transportation and cooperation from the guy they now belong to, I still have them.
When I got contained again, I notice that some of the wire on that pasture is really loose. The same section of fence I asked my husband to fix while he was home. But I digress.
I decided that, since it was so warm out and I was feeling good today, that I'd go fix the fence while the nice guys from the lumber company were stacking my firewood. It'd be nice to take advantage of the rare weather and get out and do something in the sun shine. However, have I ever mentioned how much I loathe, hate and abhor fence stretchers? We just don't see eye to eye. I ended up on my big ol' pregnant rear end in the mud because the stupid wire slipped out of the stupid stretcher. I'm sure it had absolutely NOTHING to do with the stupid operator, but that is completely besides the point. And do you see the color of the mud around here right now? And don't ask me why I was outside wearing my only pair of good jeans that fit me right now, instead of my holey work jeans. I don't have an answer for that. Now they are muddy. Keep reading to see why that is a BIG problem.
While I was outside frolicking in the mud, my boys were in the house playing. I knew they were in the toy room, and once they get playing in there they are content for an hour or so. But when I came in to check on them, I see Wade go flying into the bathroom and slam the door. He says he's washing his hands. I ask him why. He says because they are dirty. I said, I just bet they are!
When I finally open the door and make him show me what he needs to wash off his hands, I notice he's a little more colorful than usual.
Wade's story is, WES climbed up and got the finger paints out and opened them up and painted all over everything. Including the carpet, the stairs and WADE'S jeans and boots. I doubt his story but, upon questioning, Wes had no rebuttal. Just this silly face!
Luckily, the paint is fairly washable and will probably come out of everything. Including Wes' clothes....
The problem with washing things like painted pajamas and muddy jeans right now is, I have no washing machine! The next step in today's adventure (after I put two naughty boys down for a nap, of course) was to have a plumber come out and figure out why my sink and washing machine aren't draining out. $120 bucks and some nasty black pipe-gunk later, the guy tells me that the pipe isn't clogged and that I probably need to dig up the leech field because it's a billion years old and most likely needs new perforated pipe and gravel. Fantastic. I'll just go grab my shovel....
So I still don't have a washer or kitchen sink, I still have mountains of dirty dishes and laundry including the stinky laundry that the boys created in our round of the stomach bug this week. I wont go into details of the epic nastiness of the laundry. Just take my word that it's really not something you want laying around your house. More like in a nuclear waste plant.
In the meantime, Chuck is all grouchy because he's irritated that he can't just fix it himself and calls a good friend of ours to come help me re-design how to run the pipes downstairs so that the washing machine and sink drain into the actual septic tank where the bathroom drains into which is functioning correctly.
For now.
I cant make any promises for tomorrow.
Right now, I'm going to go wash dishes in my tub.
Then children.
Then muddy dogs.
Horse-made gate
So I go out and wade through the swamp and put them in the other pasture that they had originally escaped from. What's especially irritating is that these two particular escapee horses are the ones that aren't even mine. They were supposed to be gone last weekend but, because of my lack of horsey transportation and cooperation from the guy they now belong to, I still have them.
STAY horsey!!!
When I got contained again, I notice that some of the wire on that pasture is really loose. The same section of fence I asked my husband to fix while he was home. But I digress.I decided that, since it was so warm out and I was feeling good today, that I'd go fix the fence while the nice guys from the lumber company were stacking my firewood. It'd be nice to take advantage of the rare weather and get out and do something in the sun shine. However, have I ever mentioned how much I loathe, hate and abhor fence stretchers? We just don't see eye to eye. I ended up on my big ol' pregnant rear end in the mud because the stupid wire slipped out of the stupid stretcher. I'm sure it had absolutely NOTHING to do with the stupid operator, but that is completely besides the point. And do you see the color of the mud around here right now? And don't ask me why I was outside wearing my only pair of good jeans that fit me right now, instead of my holey work jeans. I don't have an answer for that. Now they are muddy. Keep reading to see why that is a BIG problem.
While I was outside frolicking in the mud, my boys were in the house playing. I knew they were in the toy room, and once they get playing in there they are content for an hour or so. But when I came in to check on them, I see Wade go flying into the bathroom and slam the door. He says he's washing his hands. I ask him why. He says because they are dirty. I said, I just bet they are!
When I finally open the door and make him show me what he needs to wash off his hands, I notice he's a little more colorful than usual.
This is my naughty face
Wade's story is, WES climbed up and got the finger paints out and opened them up and painted all over everything. Including the carpet, the stairs and WADE'S jeans and boots. I doubt his story but, upon questioning, Wes had no rebuttal. Just this silly face!"Look what we did mom!"
Luckily, the paint is fairly washable and will probably come out of everything. Including Wes' clothes....
"Someone painted my butt mom!"
The problem with washing things like painted pajamas and muddy jeans right now is, I have no washing machine! The next step in today's adventure (after I put two naughty boys down for a nap, of course) was to have a plumber come out and figure out why my sink and washing machine aren't draining out. $120 bucks and some nasty black pipe-gunk later, the guy tells me that the pipe isn't clogged and that I probably need to dig up the leech field because it's a billion years old and most likely needs new perforated pipe and gravel. Fantastic. I'll just go grab my shovel....
So I still don't have a washer or kitchen sink, I still have mountains of dirty dishes and laundry including the stinky laundry that the boys created in our round of the stomach bug this week. I wont go into details of the epic nastiness of the laundry. Just take my word that it's really not something you want laying around your house. More like in a nuclear waste plant.
In the meantime, Chuck is all grouchy because he's irritated that he can't just fix it himself and calls a good friend of ours to come help me re-design how to run the pipes downstairs so that the washing machine and sink drain into the actual septic tank where the bathroom drains into which is functioning correctly.
For now.
I cant make any promises for tomorrow.
Right now, I'm going to go wash dishes in my tub.
Then children.
Then muddy dogs.
I love how Country you really are! Country girls are awesome! You're awesome! haha
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