Thursday, March 31, 2016

Dirty Laundry

 I remember when my mom decided to go on laundry strike.  One day, she had just had enough... and from that point on my brother and I did our own laundry.  It really wasn't that big of a deal for us to do it, but now I realize just how much it helped her out!

About 3 weeks ago, I totally changed our laundry plan. Up until then, the kids washed, dried, and then unloaded clothes each day. The problem was that it was my job to fold them, an the clothes then piled up on my end.  I could not manage the other domestic duties, driving my kids all over the planet, homeschooling, farming, teaching, etc AND get the laundry folded in a timely fashion. The pile became a Jabba the Hutt character, and it would take me forever to get it all put away.

Now, each kid has their own laundry basket (the girls share since they are in the same clothes), and their own laundry day. On their day, they wash, dry, fold, and put away their own clothes, leaving me with mine, Jeff's, towels, sheets, etc.

We wear a lot of clothes... and now, I think I might be able to more easily muddle through this part of motherhood.

Thursday, March 24, 2016


The weather is nice.  The puppy guardians-in-training are growing bigger every day.  The turkeys are strutting.  The tractThe milk is flowing.  The children are romping.  The sun is shining. 
We have a new, sweet, bottle-fed jersey calf.

We have made it through the winter, and it feels great!


Monday, March 21, 2016


"Asa, putting a monocle on a hamster is an optional thing... not a 10:30 on a school night kinda thing."


Me: "Addison, we'll have to find you an activity that you'd like to do." Addison: "Yeah. I don't just shake off my injuries. I'm not that kind of person."

Friday, March 4, 2016


Olive called Uncle Mike today, and I was very disappointed that he couldn't answer her question.

The question: "If I were the size of a molecule, how big would a fingerprint be to me?"

Come on, Mike. Everyone knows that.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Hurdles and Helpers

At home, my kids can be "hurdles" or "helpers". The blockers are those who dump full bottles of glitter on the table during my speed cleaning session, drop a full Tupperware container of loose crayons out of my van at the end of a very long day, who, when you have 5 minutes to get into the van and MOVE, decide to wear three costume dress-up dresses at the same time (but can't decide on the right ones), or those who rush off to church only to find they are only wearing a hat to hide the drippy goopy silly putty mess that is caked into his hair and scalp. They can also be helpers, though. I have the "What can I do to help?" or "I'm sorry you're so stressed." or "Do you want me to find the girls' shoes for you?" or even the kid that I paid $4 to put together an entire 400+ piece PlayMobil Fairy Castle on a busy day to brighten up the birthday girl's mood.

My day today was full of hurdles and helpers... none of which were my children. It seems the world is a stage is full of these dichotomous actors, and today there was a big ol' spotlight on each role in today's play. I had hurdles, major ones. I had tears and stress and worry and exhaustion. I also had helpers show up and go out of the way for me. I had complications, and my long stressful day dragged out far longer than I could manage to deal with. I am thankful for the helpers.... for those who step out of themselves and step up to do a good thing for someone. It is a big deal, and I am inspired even more to strive to always be that person. Help when it's uncomfortable. Help when you're busy. Help when you are already exhausted. Help when you have something more fun in mind to do. Help when it doesn't even make sense. Just be that person that helps others deal with those hurdles. Some days are just chock full of them.