Unexpected and bizarre side-effect of my grief: an unstoppable desire to clean. Honestly, it's unprecedented. Never in my life have I considered cleaning a thing to do except under duress. My stove, usually more of a health hazard than a place you'd want to cook, has never looked better. Also the sink. And windowsill. And bathtub. And... you get the idea.
One final blog post about my boy. Link in my profile. (Thanks for being wonderful, friends.)
Thank you for your love and compassion on my last two posts. Truly - it helps. I told Pete this morning that I made it through 24 hours without my pup, and didn't die of a broken heart. Here's hoping each day moving forward is a bit easier than the last.
Thanks for helping my pal across to the other side with your prayers and wishes. His suffering is finally over. Run free, sweet boy. Endless fields of rabbits await.
Can I get real with you for a minute? (Because this is a part of who I am as well.) We've had a hard weekend. A heart-breaking and tearful - then back again weekend. Charlie hit his all-time low yesterday and I wasn't sure he would make it through the night. But he did, and here we are like some kind of miracle approaching dinner time on Sunday. But he's still so sick and I don't know what tonight will bring. May I ask you a favor? Will you picture him running wild and happy and free - on this side or the other - chasing rabbits through the tall grass? I'd like that. And so would Charlie. Truly, right now we can use all the help we can get. Thanks, friends. 💓
Here's the thing, fellow grown ups: you can't be everything. You can't do it all, have it all, accomplish it all. None of us can. And everyone must prioritize what rises to the top. And those priorities? They're nobody's business but your own. So maybe you'll make dinner from scratch every night, but never find time to plant a garden. Maybe you'll sign them up for swimming lessons but never take them camping. Or maybe you'll read a bedtime story every single night, but never once bake a loaf of bread. And I'm here to tell you that that's OK. It's better than OK - it's called real life. It's being human. Jogging, foraging, writing, painting? You decide. Only you. So let's all stop beating ourselves up for what we are not, and instead start celebrating who we truly are. #imperfection #motherhood #parenting #reallife
A morning walk together - at long last! And foraged alfalfa for the bunnies. Grateful to have my people home! 💞
They've been home for 1/2 hour and are already making homemade caramel and sewing a felt doll. And... we're back to normal, just like that!
Last day of doing morning chores alone. I can't say it's been easy. The power was off for half of the day yesterday, causing me worry that the cows might bolt and leaving me few options for watering animals; Charlie has been sicker again, causing more fruitless worry; and this morning I found a duckling tangled in a fence with a broken wing. Gah. Oh, yeah, and another flood is on its way tonight. I am so grateful to have my people coming home and beyond eager to re-center again as a family. (Barricading everyone on the farm with me for 24 hours is allowed, right?) And let's be honest - I'll also be glad to share the chore load again.