Our life has just totally slipped it’s leash lately and run wild here at The Lowe Farm. We’re all doing just fine, but I can tell from Speedracer’s grumpiness and the Ladybug’s messy handwriting that it’s wearing on us. The good news is that “this too shall pass” as my momma must have told me 1,000 times.
I haven’t even managed to get my house fully under control yet. (I have “big” plans for Veteran’s Day!) At least we’re all feed and clothed. Well mostly.
Is it terrible if I admit that they slept in their clothes last night? We had to go pick up some lambs at another farm, an hour away, last night, after work. It was the only way that worked for us and the other farmer to have them here by Sunday for our customers. So we headed home after work, changed into clean “farm clothes”, packed some brown bag dinners, and headed back out.
They just hung out by the little bonfire with the other farmer’s son and talked (wish I had pictures!) while Mr. Fix-It and I sorted, weighed, and loaded sheep. {Ok, I watched and mentally calculated weights and prices while the guys sorted, weighed, and loaded.}
They slept the whole way home and when we got home they were tired and grumpy (and it was late!). I was worried if I had to go through the fuss of getting everyone in pjs that they would end up wide awake again with a second wind. (We go through this every time we have Bible Club/Prayer Meeting late on Wednesdays. It takes 30 minutes to do jammies and get in bed after we get home.)
So I told them they could sleep in their clothes if they wanted. It was just exciting enough that they all went to bed without a peep.
At first I felt like a terrible momma. But then I thought, hey, they’re in bed, asleep, and I made sure they took their sweaty socks off, so what’s the problem?
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
