How do we (as in all of us) do it?
It's been a week since I've posted. Darn. And I was doing so well there for awhile.
The good news is that I'm managing. I'm keeping the animals fed, moving them from pasture to pasture. I'm weaning the baby calves---down from 3 bottles a day to one. I know which ones are likely to sneak up on me and put their noses in inappropriate places. (If they weren't my animals, I'd report an assault.)
I'm not afraid of the four massive steers, and lead them from place to place like they're babies. (They ran up to Melissa one night in the dark and startled her, so she's been a little skittish around them. The next time we passed through their pasture, I volunteered to hold her hand if she was afraid. I'm so bad!) The other day they were so excited to be moving to new pasture that they thundered toward the gate, inspiring me to start humming the theme song from Bonanza. They must be at least 700 pounds now.
I'm appearing lots of places to promote my new book. And I've started a new novel and am playing with a few ideas for a new nonfiction book. Our capacity to create in the face of so many other distractions amazes me. I wonder if the distractions actually help focus our attention.
I've always wondered how parents juggle jobs and kids and kids' activities and house/bill needs and sleeping. I see now that you just do it because you have to. Just because we're having a bad day doesn't mean we can sell the animals or stop taking care of children.
In the past, if I'm not feeling well or am lacking energy, it's been so easy to let Melissa take care of whatever needs doing. I can't do that now. Other than a few minor meltdowns, I'm doing what needs doing. If the animals need checking on in the middle of a 100 degree day, I do it.
I think everyone should take a minute to give themselves credit for stepping up, and doing what needs to be done even if we'd rather make a batch of popcorn and collapse on the sofa....
which I plan on doing tomorrow... :-)
The good news is that I'm managing. I'm keeping the animals fed, moving them from pasture to pasture. I'm weaning the baby calves---down from 3 bottles a day to one. I know which ones are likely to sneak up on me and put their noses in inappropriate places. (If they weren't my animals, I'd report an assault.)
I'm not afraid of the four massive steers, and lead them from place to place like they're babies. (They ran up to Melissa one night in the dark and startled her, so she's been a little skittish around them. The next time we passed through their pasture, I volunteered to hold her hand if she was afraid. I'm so bad!) The other day they were so excited to be moving to new pasture that they thundered toward the gate, inspiring me to start humming the theme song from Bonanza. They must be at least 700 pounds now.
I'm appearing lots of places to promote my new book. And I've started a new novel and am playing with a few ideas for a new nonfiction book. Our capacity to create in the face of so many other distractions amazes me. I wonder if the distractions actually help focus our attention.
I've always wondered how parents juggle jobs and kids and kids' activities and house/bill needs and sleeping. I see now that you just do it because you have to. Just because we're having a bad day doesn't mean we can sell the animals or stop taking care of children.
In the past, if I'm not feeling well or am lacking energy, it's been so easy to let Melissa take care of whatever needs doing. I can't do that now. Other than a few minor meltdowns, I'm doing what needs doing. If the animals need checking on in the middle of a 100 degree day, I do it.
I think everyone should take a minute to give themselves credit for stepping up, and doing what needs to be done even if we'd rather make a batch of popcorn and collapse on the sofa....
which I plan on doing tomorrow... :-)
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