Where do I begin?
It seems lately I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
I don't really know if they run around without their heads, but just last night while trying to catch chickens
I realized those cluckers run fast!
They also fly.
And one likes to hide in poison ivy.
Thankfully my lovely significant other was too busy laughing to think to take any incriminating photos or video- trust me, it's as crazy and hilarious as you are picturing in your head.
One of my busy tasks this weekend was building a chicken coop.
I didn't actually do much other than push or hold pieces of 2x4, comment on how cute I thought my significant other looked cutting wood and change the dimension of the coop last minute so Midge and her boyfriend had to drive to Lowe's for more lumber.
Today I will again be helping to finish the project.
In other news.... the Brat Child is graduating from Kindergarten into 1st grade today.
According to him, he could
"Sewiouswy gwaduate into fird gwade accuz I have a super giant bwain."
Also, he attended "kids' church" for the first time this Sunday.
I wonder how many other parents had to give the
"No burping, No farting, No talking about burping or farting, if you fart do not announce that you have farted, Do Not ask people if "they smell that"" talk to their child before church?
And that gorgeous creature in the yellow dress- My daughter Midge- is graduating from HIGH SCHOOL on Friday.
This has sent me into a tailspin of stress, anxiety and panic.
Not only because I have the graduation of my first born and only daughter and how she's all grown up, yadda yadda, but I have a largish party to prepare for AND all the things required for her to go off to college at the end of August:
Financial Aid forms, student loan deadlines, correspondence with her field hockey and basketball coaches...
I CAN NOT wait for it all to be done and set.
Then I can spend my time worrying about nothing at places like this...