Hunter came running down the stairs at the horrible beeping and reminded me that the heater repair guy warned us recently that this was coming. Then Hunter continued to talk about heaters of all kind, all ... day ... long. Except when I made him stop for school time or he was talking to the furnace he built:
The rest of the day was filled with moments of crying children (all three at different times), an overflowing toilet, spills of every kind, and miscellaneous bizarre irritations on every level from large to small. Amidst all that we rushed to get together projects for 4-H. Then later in the afternoon we went to that monthly 4-H meeting. No one was there. We finally went back home so I could check email to see what was going on. Oh. It had been cancelled. (Santa can you bring me one of those smart phones too? But only if you can pay the monthly fee for me.)
The trend continued during supper and then at devotions, when we had to stop yet again, Frank said "I can't believe this is taking so long." I replied, "I told you it was this kind of day!"
But you know what? Somehow ... I managed to keep my temper all day. I know that was only by God's grace and I am SO grateful that my kids didn't see their mama throwing a fit. "And God ... please let us have a "normal" day today!"
"And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up." - Galatians 6:9
I did have a few moments of peace and calmness during the day though, one of which is when I went outside to collect eggs. I took my camera and got a few pictures of our new goat, Billy:
|"Hi ... I'm Billy! I know Billy isn't a very creative name for a goat, but Tabby wanted to name me that and my original family called me that so my name stuck."|
|Billy and Christa|
All throughout the rest of the day, whenever we looked out at the goat pen, there was Christa, following Billy around. Poor goat! He looked like he just wanted a break as he jogged around trying to avoid her.
We've heard a lot of stories about how you have to be really careful around bucks (male goats) especially when they are with female goats, as they are very protective of them. So I when I read that Billy had been bottled raised by children, was good natured, and did not have horns, I decided he was "the one."
|Billy, Pippi, Christa, Nutmeg|
I started petting him, saying "I'm so sorry about her Billy!" He responded nuzzling me gently. And ... he wanted me to rub his face.
Tabby's encounters with him are the same. We have declared he is the sweetest, most affectionate goat we know. We pet and pat him some, and would do so even more if only he wasn't so ... musky smelling. ;)
|Billy in a rare Christa-less moment|