The day that wouldn't end

Well, I haven't had many chaotic farm stories lately so I guess this one is due! Allen and I have both been having one of those weeks were it's only Monday/Tuesday and we are just exhausted.

Monday & Tuesday Allen had my car with his dad working on the breaks so I was home alone juggling baby, barn chores, animals, dinner, laundry etc etc etc ;) You get my drift. And last night became the night that just wouldn't end. It started when I was trying to clean the stalls - the baby wasn't having it. If I wasn't standing right in front of him, he had a fit. So, cleaning the stalls, bringing in the horses and feeding them took much longer than it needed too. I then attempted to get the waters gardened - I mean, gardens watered. (I really did type that. See, my mind is still lost in a black hole somewhere) All the while, my child was screaming. So that task didn't get finished.

Then, I hear Whinny having a fit. I see she's successfully wrapped her tie out around my pole beans and the trellis Allen built for them. The beans survived, Whinny is lucky she did ;) And the trellis will need fixed. All this because she spotted...wait for it...ANOTHER FRIGGING baby bunny by the house *Sigh*. If you read my post yesterday, you guessed right. Enter Savannah. *hiss, bunny cry, cat scowl* And Savannah runs off while I see 4 pink feet dangling from her mouth. Again, did I really need to witness that?

So, I get the dogs in the house, the baby settled down and I start on dinner. Right after I get a pan on the stove with some oil to heat up, the dogs start acting like raving idiots at the front window. I assume the 'never-friendly chow' next door had decided to come 'visit' at my front window again. I was wrong. It was my Amish neighbor with 4 more qts of Strawberries. I bought 4 from her over the weekend to make Strawberry Rhubarb Jam....but I am having a hard time finding Rhubarb :/ So, those 4 qts are still in my fridge....and I couldn't tell her no so I added 4 more qts. to the fridge. (when I will ever find the time to make the jam, who knows!) Of course, we get to talking, all the while my dogs are still acting like raving lunatics at the window. And there is ALWAYS some kind of scene going on when the Amish visit! I am sure they think we are quite the 'eccentric' family!

I was on a time crunch. It was pushing 8:30pm, I still needed to get dinner done, shower and give the baby a bath. I don't know if you have ever had a conversation with an Amish person, but in my experience, they'll chat ya up forever. So, in trying not to be rude, I interjected that I had to go because I had dinner on the stove (and a baby hanging out, and 2 manic, lunatic dogs in the window). No sooner did I get that sentence out than I heard my SMOKE ALARM going off. I yelled "OhmygodmysmokealarmIhavetogo!" and ran into the house to a burnt pan on my stove, smoking. SWEET!

Meanwhile, I have a baby crying in the other room, dogs still acting like raving lunatics as the Amish lady walked down our rock driveway with her wagon and the shirlls of of a cat & bunny coming from the back yard. *GAHHHH* Oh yea, and my husband calling to tell me all the things that are wrong with my car.

After all the madness, cleaning up the kitchen, giving the baby a bath etc etc, I FINALLY settle into bed. Hubby is snoring away, the baby finally konked out and I am ready to close.my.eyes! Oh no, not so fast! The next thing I know, I am listeding to a CHOIR of CATS outside my bedroom window, aka, a cat brawl about to insue. SERIOUSLY!? And I hear Maggie, our indoor cat, running circles up and down the hall way. So I get up, shut the front windows so there is no chance of escape through a screen or anything crazy like that, and then get back into bed. The choir starts belting it out, I put the pillow over my head, and I go to bed. AMEN. The day ends!