Good morning!
At just a few minutes after 8:00
in the morning, what does my day look like?
Zoey milked and Goldilocks and
Zoey fed. It’s a nice morning in the barn this day.
Foggy. And wet. And green. And
wet.
Laundry. Piles of it. The boys
(think Seth) cleaned their room yesterday. That means I have a mountain of
laundry to wash and I’ve been working on it since yesterday afternoon/evening.
The couch managed to get rather piled up but I’ve begun making a dent in that.
The mountain is slowly shrinking as well so that’s all good.
Dishes. Do they ever end? Don’t
answer that. I washed the food processor and thought, “When did I make those
lemon bars? Last week?” Because, you know, it seems like that long ago. It was
actually just yesterday morning and the food processor just kept not getting
washed. Until this morning.
Ice cream. I cooked up a batch of
ice cream a couple of days ago. That same day, we froze and ate half of it.
Yesterday I was going to freeze the other half but it kept not getting done and
not getting done so I did it this morning. Now the frozen glob of yum is in the
freezer and the canister is actually washed in back in the freezer awaiting use
in not less than 24 hours. We will consume the deliciousness later today.
Hot chocolate. I made some hot
chocolate last night because I needed to stay up until the bread I was making
was done. I usually start this particular bread before I go to bed and then
finish in the morning. I knew I wasn’t going to have enough time this morning
so I started it yesterday morning before I left and finished before I went to
bed. And you say, “But that’s bread, not hot chocolate.” Yes, partially true. I
made some hot chocolate last night and Seth saw it and I told him I’d make some
this morning that wasn’t spicy. So I did. See, hot chocolate.
Yogurt. The other day Joseph was
using sour cream for something and I mentioned that I don’t really like sour
cream. I could certainly live without it. He said, “I like that stuff you make
better than sour cream.” What stuff do I make? “You know, the stuff like
yogurt.” Oh, that stuff. It’s called Greek yogurt because it’s thick and I
sometimes use it in place of sour cream because it’s better for you and tastes
better. However, because it is also a more lengthy process, I haven’t made any
for a few months. I’ve been just using yogurt for smoothies and a little baking
and for that, it doesn’t matter if it’s thick. So I decided to make some Greek.
I made some the other day but didn’t let it sit long enough before straining so
it mostly isn’t as thick as I’d like. The stuff right next to the towel got
nice and thick and as I was licking a blob from my finger I remembered how much
I like it. So, more yogurt this morning. Which added to the dishes, along with
the hot chocolate, because I emptied three gallon jars with all this milk.
Garbanzos. I put some on to soak
last night. This morning they got drained and rinsed and now are simmering away
and should be done soon. I’m thinking I should have done more because I really
just did enough to marinate in Italian dressing for salads and I really think
I’d like to make some hummus. I guess that just means I’ll have to put more on
to soak later today. Unless I forget or just don’t get around to it. But while
I’m on the subject, why are garbanzo beans in the Mexican or Hispanic section
at the store? I don’t remember that being the case anywhere else I’ve lived. It
seems to me that they were in the bean section. Are garbanzos Mexican or
Hispanic? If you know me, you know I don’t care, I’m just curious because I
never thought of them as belonging to any one particular ethnic group.
Now I just have two questions.
One, why on earth am I even
telling you this? I’m not sure but I think it has to do with validation. A few
months ago I dared to mention to an adult in my life that I didn’t have any
time to myself, you know, to be alone, to do something just for me. I was told,
“Join the club!” And I thought? “Join the club? What are you talking about?”
Because, you know, this day isn’t much different from any day. The specifics
are not typically the same but the generalities are. I get up by 5:30 and I’m
busy. All day.
Two, is that enough already? I’m
thinking it is because the day is still young and there is much more that needs
to be done.
Have a fantabulous day!
