"Six Years Ago We Would Have Been on a Boat with a Beer"

True quote from my friend Heidi as we sat on a blanket eating pb&js at the Tot Lot.  My how things have changed.  During summer break six years ago, I slept til noon, hung out with my friends all day, and yes, I would have been on a boat with a beer.  Today, I woke up at 7:30, played trains, went for a run/bike ride with my friends before we had a picnic at the park.  All good fun.

 It wasn't until after nap that the drama started.  You see, it has recently come to our attention that Stinkerbell might be a Rooster.

 Robbie has been telling me this for weeks but I was just trying to convince him that it was just a masculine hen.  Unfortunately, the other day I had to give in when I heard "rrrr rr rrr rrr rrrrrrrrrrr" coming from the coop.  So Robbie put him on Craigslist and a nice lady came to pick him up today.  She said she has a farm.  We took her word for it.  She and her mom and sister stood outside the coop and watched for 10 minutes as I tried to catch the rooster.  Eventually, Robbie got home and the lady decided to help.  She probably does own a farm because she snagged that sucker in under a minute (which makes me wonder why in the world she just watched me for so long).  Sometimes, timing is everything because just as she grabbed him and shoved him in a box, the kids wandered outside from their nap and Abby started screaming.  Pretty soon Ben joined her and I'm confident that the screaming and carrying on could be heard throught the greater Pierce County area.

 Eventually, it slowed down but by bedtime the grief was just too much to handle again.  Ben called Grandma and told her that strangers came and took Stinkerbell and it started all over again.  Aye yi yi.

 I got them calmed down and dropped them off at Grandma's for the night.  Hopefully they arent crying themselves to sleep as we speak.

So now I have a quiet house and what else would I do but fold the ginormous mountain of laundry.  It is no secret that laundry folding is my houskeeping down fall but this is probably as bad as it has been.  It's been a busy week and my laundry fairy was in Ohio but the kids have no undies and Robbie spent 45 minutes digging for clothes to wear to work so it must be done.

So there you have it.  I ate lunch at the Tot Lot, cried over a rooster and am about to spend the evening folding 76 loads of laundry.  Six years ago I would have been on a boat with a beer.