Who knows how long it’s been since I’ve posted. I’ve lost track. This is our routine since we’ve inherited the cows: Up at 5 and 6 am (I sneak in the extra hour of sleep), two hours of chores with our son’s help, get ready for work, get home at 4:30 to 5 pm, 2+ hours of chores, wash eggs, wash milk equipment, maybe eat dinner, clean up the kitchen, and hope to get to bed by 10 pm. I usually make up for that extra hour of sleep by staying up later at night.
On top of the daily routine, we have laundry, housecleaning (primarily taken care of by our son), deliveries 5 days a week, milk recipes to make, errands to run, and our regular jobs to fit in as well. I’m not complaining, not exactly, but this year has been filled with stress. It seems like we have bounced from one major family event to another since my grandfather passed away in January.
I was hoping to catch a break after my daughter’s wedding, but no such luck. I went in for some dental work over spring break and had complications. I ended up with a sick tooth and no time to have a root canal. While I was babying the tooth, I came down with a terrible cold and subsequent sinus infection. Finally, several weeks after the dental work, I had a root canal. Two days later, I had to go back to the endodontist for pain and he prescribed prednisone as well as a pain-killer. I had a bad reaction to the prednisone and now, I am having terrible withdrawal symptoms from the prednisone. I feel and have been feeling awful!
What’s my point? No, not sympathy or my own personal pity party. I just feel like I have to justify my absence to my friends and family. I don’t think I’ve been to church in 6 weeks! And I so miss it! I need to feed my spirit every week.
School is out in a week. I hope that a little less stress, no more meds, fresh air and sunshine will help me get back into a better routine. Until then, know that we are here, surviving and praying for drier weather!