As you know, I am very proud to be a Stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). It's the only thing I ever really wanted to do. I wouldn't have it any other way (no matter how much it might seem on Wednesday morning when my kids are fighting and all I want to do is sit down with a cup of coffee and last night's episode of House). Most weeks I do not leave my little haven called home. Now, that's not to say I don't bust my butt here, I just don't go anywhere else. It's not needed.
This week is the exception to that rule. It started on Saturday. Normally I go to town Friday to do the weekly running, but this week #1 Son was in serious need of shorts meaning I had to put the trip off until the weekend. So Saturday found all six of us traipsing around town arguing over flip-flops, McDonald's, and Light Sabers from the toy department.
Sunday was church then Easter dinner with Husband's extended family. Monday I had a meeting with B.B.'s speech therapist to end his brief stint in speech. Today Husband, #1 Son, Bitsy, and I had to leave the house at 5:30 am to take #1 Son to the hospital to have his one remaining ear tube removed. Tomorrow the 3 oldest FarmHands have their Spring Musical at school. Thursday I have 2 school Easter parties to help out with. Friday I see my psychiatrist for a check-up.
Now I know there are SAHM's that run like this week in and week out, but I am not one of them. Living in the country puts a damper on my social calendar, but I don't really mind. This week, with it's running hither and yon, is trying to kill me. It will not succeed. I will survive.
And my reward? I get to go to the zoo with 18 kindergartners next Wednesday! Don't you just wish you led the amazing and fast paced life of this FarmWife?
(Ta-da, paragraph breaks!! Thank you, Layla.)