Is this week over yet?
A baby goat just tried to crush my windpipe. Sadly, that’s not the weirdest part of the last 24 hours of my life.
Yesterday started horribly and went down hill from there. I won’t go in to all the details, but the day consisted of bad news and lots of running back and forth. During the course of all that running and badness, I took my oldest son to the doctor because his arm was still hurting him after Tuesday night’s football game. Turns out his elbow was broken in two places. He’d played the better portion of the game that way.
Um… I don’t know what to say to that. I can’t begin to fathom the mental fortitude that took. And he practiced the next day. All while taking comments from me and his coaches about not seeming to have his head in the game. He didn’t say a word.
The same son decided (prior to breaking his arm) that he wanted to use his birthday money to buy a baby goat for his own herd. You know me; I thought this was a brilliant idea. We found him the perfect baby goat for his herd plans and picked her up yesterday (along with another one for a friend). He named her Twix, to go along with his other goat, Snickers.
So much had happened that day, I totally forgot my scheduled call with Booktrope’s CMO. She’s kind of used to livestock and/or child-related insanity going on the background of our calls, but I think “I’m driving down the highway with two goats and my son who has a broken arm” took the cake. She elected to reschedule. Sorry about that, Katherine.
Before moving to the Ozarks, we homeschooled. We’ve been seriously discussing homeschooling again. Now that Dylan’s primary hand is completely casted, we’ve decided to go ahead and pull him. He’s there today wrapping up loose ends. I have to admit that while I’m sad to say goodbye to so many people at the school, I’m also really excited about homeschooling Dylan again. He’s such a smart young man; I love watching him learn and getting to be a part of that. I truly hope that the friend’s he’s made there are the kind of friends who will stay in touch, even if he’s not at school.
While Dylan’s at school today, I have charge of his baby goat. She cried and cried when he left, so I finally brought her in to hold her on my lap while I typed this post. She decided she wanted to see if she could find where I was hiding her bottle. Apparently my throat looked like a likely suspect, because she torpedoed me there before settling down. Silly goat.
Dylan and Blake, up bright and early for Twix’s morning feeding.
