That's a picture of me after I get torrentially downpoured upon while out feeding the pigs. (Wet is hard to show in pictures, but trust me, I'm soaked.)
These are the great little neighbors I found on our garage bathroom door this morning. JB told me how to clean them up. I have no desire to attempt this whatsoever.
Maybe it was finding Hannah trying to pee standing up while standing on the toilet seat.
Maybe it was here insisting that she liked dog food and JB deciding, "Why not? Try a piece."
Or maybe it was the fact that our dogs figured out that they can chase chickens and guineas. Now I have to try to keep all birds out of the yard and dogs in the yard until we can properly train them with birds.
(And this sent me into a tailspin just missing my spotted dog who left all the birds alone and was the "perfect" dog for the farm.)
Or was it the sheep that died or the chicken house that tipped over or the fact that I left the garage door open during a torrential rain storm yesterday. Or the fact that JB worked 9 of the last 11 days and his parents just went out of town?
I don't know.
But I'm overwhelmed. And doubting. And at the same time knowing I'll find my way. We are trying to find the "healthy" balance of farm life and personal life and spiritual life, and I know I'll eventually get closer than I am now.
Did I tell you that I am 18 days without Mountain Dew?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?
Wait did I tell you that Hannah greeted me at the door on my way in from the animals wearing only her birthday suit and a Spiderman mask?
Keeping it real.