Besides the bat visitor, there weren't any snafus. So I thought.
The next morning, as I was getting ready to leave for the grocery store, Cuckoo, eating breakfast and looking out the window, nonchalantly stated, "There's a pig out."
A quick glance confirmed his observation. A few inappropriate words told him what I thought about that observation.
Giant was the only one to answer my "ThepigsareoutIneedsomeheeeeeeelp!" call. (COW was in the shower, one boy was still sleeping, and one got confused as to what was going on.)
I went outside, got Roy tied up, and headed to where I last saw the pig. As soon as he saw me, he came running up towards me, with his two friends following. Not exactly how I wanted this to go down. I now had pigs all over the side yard, and not one single thing to help me corral them, except Giant.
I really just want to just say yada, yada, yada right here, and I find that very disconcerting. It seems a story about a pig escape just isn't as interesting as it used to be. When you've had to give them shots or drag a dead one out of a waterer, simply herding them back to their pen, with only the help of a 10 year old boy, doesn't seem so blog-worthy.
So, yada, yada, yada, 5 minutes of, "Here Piggy, Piggy...I have some food for you..." and "Hey, get back here! I said COME HERE!!" and a bit of pig wrestling to get one facing the right direction, and the pigs were back in their pen. I was a sweaty, filthy mess, but at least COW was nice and clean and relaxed.
(FYI the pigs got out through the open gate. Apparently, during the party, a ball went into the pig pen. A party guest went to go through the gate, but one of my kids just hopped the fence to get it out. The guest didn't know how to re-lock the gate properly (with both the chain AND the bungy cord (fake farmers, remember? Lucky it's not a zip tie.), so it was left half done. The pigs figured out the sloppy workmanship.)
Well, I guess with such bad storytelling, you deserve at least one illustration.
|No animals were harmed during this scuffle. They weren't "taken advantage of" either, regardless of what it looks like.
After the pig escape and the grocery run, my mom, my brother, and his family came to visit for the afternoon. We had a great time, with plenty of chatting and laughter. We also spent a couple of hours playing a "friendly" game of volleyball.
Being the best mom/aunt that I am, I made all of the kids feel better about their ball-handling. At one point, the ball had been waywardly hit by one of my teammates, so I rushed out of bounds to hit it back into play. Well, I got to it in time, but my hit was just a bit off. Basically, it looked like this:
Don't be jealous of my mad drawing abilities. Or my freakishly long, elbowless arms.
I simply, instinctively caught the ball. And got a "rug burn" on the tip of my nose.
Everyone else got grass stains, seeing as how they were rolling all over the grass while uncontrollably laughing.
Oh. Phoenix turned 15 on Tuesday with zero to no fanfare. He had practice after school, and only one hour between getting home and leaving again for a Scout meeting. At breakfast he had requested stuffed shells for his birthday dinner. He didn't even get that. Cuckoo started running a fever as we were about to go to the store to buy the ingredients and only wanted to lay on me. I couldn't get to the store, and I couldn't make a nice dinner.
I did take him to DQ after his meeting, where I was happy to see Blizzards are on sale, buy one get one for 99 cents. A round of Birthday Blizzards it was.
Back to the vomit, if I may. I learned something during this bout of stomach illness. I am no longer a catcher of puke. I don't know why, but I used to have the instinct to catch puke when it exited my child. Like my brain thought by catching it, I was cutting down on the mess I would have to clean up.
Well, on Tuesday, as the fevered Cuckoo lay on me and making me sweat up a storm, he started puking. Did I reach out to catch it? Um, no. I threw him off of me while simultaneously reaching for my phone (which was on the ground next to us) to get it out of the line of pukefire.
I don't love him less than the older kids, I just care about my floor less than I used to. (We'll just gloss over the fact that I love my phone more.)
|The one time I put him down all day, he was asleep within seconds.
Before Cuckoo's fever started, we had our first morning back to teaching preschool. I only work for 2 hours/week, which seems a bit ridiculous, but it is what it is. My boss just can't seem to let me go.
It's going to be an interesting year, especially if one little girl doesn't get her settings turned off of "whine". The sound of whining grates on me more than fingers on a chalkboard (yet another phrase the young people will not understand), and her particular kind of whine is the worst. Even when she's telling me about a trip to Disney, she has the whine in her voice. I'm going to have to work on getting my settings turned to "superhuman patience" before next Tuesday rolls around.
And lastly, we had a mandatory parent meeting at the high school last night. (Mandatory, as in, if a parent doesn't come, your child doesn't go here next semester.) It was a good meeting in that it confirmed my belief that I'm sending the kids to the right high school. It was a horrible meeting, because did you know how many kids do drugs and drink alcohol as teens? And some parents believe the theory, "Kids are going to do it anyway, so we might as well keep them safe while they do it." I may never let my kids go anywhere except school and home.
Well, I think that's about enough random for one day.
Come back another day, when we will be discussing...
Who knows. I'm flying by the seat of my pants, here.
You probably knew that by now, though.
Have a lovely day!