What does my day look like?

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!