A friend of mine used to volunteer in an old folk’s home and he said one of the residents used to wheel around the halls all day moaning, “When does it get easier?” Ever since then, it has been my catch phrase. Whenever circumstances seem difficult, I can always be counted on to shout out in a pained voice, “When does it get easier?”
In the last month or so, it’s been so hard for me to get to Riot Ranch because I’ve gotten so busy for several reasons. First, we have SO many animals now. It’s ridiculous. Too many. I’m tripping over animals in the house. And we just found 12 more baby chicks in the yard (with a momma hen) which means they are now in the house with us. Specifically, they are in Emmy’s room which we have named “the barn” because of it’s odor and floor texture.
Second, there’s homework — not mine, of course. But children’s homework. WTF? No one told me this before I became a parent. No one told me that I’d be back in school trying to multiply fractions and talk about the Continental Congress again. And even though I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING, my children keep coming to me for answers. So I spend a lot of time on projects and homework. (Sad emoji face here.)
And finally, the other thing that’s been keeping me from blogging is exercise. About three weeks ago, everyone in my family got sick. Bill and Emmy got so sick they were granted the official title of having “walking pneumonia”. The rest of us were just kind of sick which meant we got no sympathy whatsoever. The only thing that really prevents me from getting sick is daily exercise, so I thought in order to survive this cold and flu season, I better start exercising right away. And I made Bill start exercising too because that’s what wives do. So Bill and I have been exercising at 6:00 am every morning to different Jillian Michaels you tube videos. (Another sad emoji face here.) The only problem is that 6:00 am is when I usually blog, so I started setting my alarm at 4:30 am in order to write, then exercise. This seemed to be working great for a little bit, but then I started to feel, oh, what’s that word… tired?
I could manage fine until about 3:00 in the afternoon and then I would just instantly fall asleep doing whatever I happened to be doing — like driving or cooking over a hot stove.
So I’ve decided to take a break and return to Riot Ranch over Thanksgiving. I miss it. I love writing it. But right now, I just need to prevent myself from getting sick and oh, what’s the word… sleep?
I will not say the corny catch phrase of “I’ll be back.” But you know, I will be back.