rachels.haven's Journal

[Baymule]

I am dumbfounded. Kitchen counters can really be that clean??????

I would like pictures of the table that most people eat off of, yet mine at the moment has ear tags scattered on it with names on the backsides that are waiting for me to run that group through the chute and FINALLY ear tag them. plus other assorted items of farmware. I have @Ridgetop and her husband visiting......... help yourself to that big pot of Cowboy Stew I made and have a seat in the recliner/sofa and eat!

Do people actually EAT on their tables??

 

[Mini Horses]

I have a table -- another can't eat there.

 

[fuzzi]

I am dumbfounded. Kitchen counters can really be that clean??????

I would like pictures of the table that most people eat off of, yet mine at the moment has ear tags scattered on it with names on the backsides that are waiting for me to run that group through the chute and FINALLY ear tag them. plus other assorted items of farmware. I have @Ridgetop and her husband visiting......... help yourself to that big pot of Cowboy Stew I made and have a seat in the recliner/sofa and eat!

Do people actually EAT on their tables??

A couple weeks ago I cleared off the kitchen table, and dropped one leaf. If there's a clear space it gets filled. Less clear space...


I usually eat in my recliner, eating alone at the table sometimes makes me sad.

Heading out in a few for a dose of puppy.

 

[rachels.haven]

I am dumbfounded. Kitchen counters can really be that clean??????

I would like pictures of the table that most people eat off of, yet mine at the moment has ear tags scattered on it with names on the backsides that are waiting for me to run that group through the chute and FINALLY ear tag them. plus other assorted items of farmware. I have @Ridgetop and her husband visiting......... help yourself to that big pot of Cowboy Stew I made and have a seat in the recliner/sofa and eat!

Do people actually EAT on their tables??

We eat at ours. It's often messy enough to prove it. It was actually clean that day, but nothing is this morning today. I totally should have taken a picture to remember the moment. The problem with this house and the number of people we have in it is that if an area is used at all, it looks trashed. There's no where to work or stage anything, including meals when we have five people operating in the same space. Different story when they went on vacation and left me home. Right now I have dinner plates, groceries, and toys/papers on the table and I'll be cleaning most of that up after chores in a few minutes. Makes me feel like a failure when anyone comes over and sees my humble shoebox and I think I see the judgement...but in reality the only think I don't clean is the boys room and the bathroom right now (freaking toilet pee-ers). Everything else gets cleaned over at least weekly if not daily and for the last few weeks with Mark's crazy hours I've been the only one doing it, so yes, I'm sick and tired of it, but it's all done MY WAY (evil laugh). Lots of stuff (that probably shouldn't) hits the trash bin. Hopefully next week Mark won't be working 7 am to midnight every day and I'll get a some help/interference. Stupid certain big corporation.

 

[Baymule]

My daughter has 3 girls. If you give a date of arrival, the house might be clean. Or not. Chaos and confusion reign. Both parents have full time jobs, kids in school. Scrubbed, clean, nothing out of place..... this is the stuff of fantasy or living in a museum. Definitely not reality.

 

[rachels.haven]

My daughter has 3 girls. If you give a date of arrival, the house might be clean. Or not. Chaos and confusion reign. Both parents have full time jobs, kids in school. Scrubbed, clean, nothing out of place..... this is the stuff of fantasy or living in a museum. Definitely not reality.

You know, thinking back to my childhood I think that is normal. My spouse is a man and doesn't care about inviting people over without giving me a chance to clean (or pitch a fit for some help if I can) so I feel a lot of pressure to just keep it clean all the time. I may just give up for a while after this and claim I live in the barn...


Grumpy Complain Session/ what's actually going on round our place at the moment.
DH is still on a death march project for work that was supposed to end last week. In theory it ends friday, lol. I've done something to my back so now i'm cranky, stiff, and still running the show. And I am so glad I don't work on top of this because it is a zoo.

Last night I was so busy I had to cancel plans with a friend and could not shop all week or think of anything for dinner for before activity so I pulled out the bread maker, wiped it down, put in 2 cups of bread flour (got it on my sleeve so was itchy for rest of night, but could be worse), 3/4 cup of milk, a huge spoonful of old honey, 3/4 tsp salt and a tsp of yeast into the bread maker, not in that order, and pushed the buttons and moved on to getting people to Wednesday activity and let everyone know that their dinner was in 3 hours when the bread finished. After activity loaf got destroyed, kids got to bed eventually, life went on. DH is still on a path to burnout, so the kids had better enjoy breadmaker specials. These are tricks my mom used/still uses so I guess I'm becoming my mom this burnout session-although for her it's whole wheat bread from flour straight out of her counter top mill (have one, can't grind wheat anymore or I get sick) so my saint mother will always be one step above me in wholesomeness, even when at her lowest. Regardless the baying boys last night got fed.

Meanwhile sore back or not, running the show and dragging everyone behind me or not, I really need to shovel the baby does pen (I split the September kids to bucks and does last week because the males were fully extending, playing with themselves, attempting to breed everything, and peeing on themselves and THEN demanding bottles...um...ew, no?). If I can get that done, I'll find a way to be at peace with the rest of this zoo for a while.

Down to three milkers from that five milker group-Dan's doe Precious and two Lamancha/nubian Lucky*Star's LL Pete sired crosses. The la-nubes are really nice and I can tell they would be competitive in the show ring but every once in a while their Nubian kicks in and they knock me around and IDK how I feel about that. They're also a pleasure to hand milk. Last time they knocked me into a wall with a protruding naile in a way I didn't know was possible and I had a cut and a goose egg on my forehead for a few days. My Nubians would pull similar stunts. I'm just not a good Nubian person. I never see it coming and to me they go from placid to defying gravity so I'm siding with letting these guys go to someone else (the lamanchas are easier for me to predict, or heck, even the Jersey's my friend milks seem to announce everything they do before they do it so much easier than Noober goobers). The quality I'd be giving up smarts though.


Oh, that reminds me, and while I'm swimming in chores and trying to make sure DH takes care of himself...the older son is now also begging for a cow...REALLY? That's 2/3.

All I can think about is this kind of situation, which I know WILL happen. By contrast, milking goats is a breeze. They make GOAT milk, but milking cows strikes me as a full contact sport and I'm a one woman show.

 

[SageHill]

You know, thinking back to my childhood I think that is normal. My spouse is a man and doesn't care about inviting people over without giving me a chance to clean (or pitch a fit for some help if I can) so I feel a lot of pressure to just keep it clean all the time. I may just give up for a while after this and claim I live in the barn...


Grumpy Complain Session/ what's actually going on round our place at the moment.
DH is still on a death march project for work that was supposed to end last week. In theory it ends friday, lol. I've done something to my back so now i'm cranky, stiff, and still running the show. And I am so glad I don't work on top of this because it is a zoo.

Last night I was so busy I had to cancel plans with a friend and could not shop all week or think of anything for dinner for before activity so I pulled out the bread maker, wiped it down, put in 2 cups of bread flour (got it on my sleeve so was itchy for rest of night, but could be worse), 3/4 cup of milk, a huge spoonful of old honey, 3/4 tsp salt and a tsp of yeast into the bread maker, not in that order, and pushed the buttons and moved on to getting people to Wednesday activity and let everyone know that their dinner was in 3 hours when the bread finished. After activity loaf got destroyed, kids got to bed eventually, life went on. DH is still on a path to burnout, so the kids had better enjoy breadmaker specials. These are tricks my mom used/still uses so I guess I'm becoming my mom this burnout session-although for her it's whole wheat bread from flour straight out of her counter top mill (have one, can't grind wheat anymore or I get sick) so my saint mother will always be one step above me in wholesomeness, even when at her lowest. Regardless the baying boys last night got fed.

Meanwhile sore back or not, running the show and dragging everyone behind me or not, I really need to shovel the baby does pen (I split the September kids to bucks and does last week because the males were fully extending, playing with themselves, attempting to breed everything, and peeing on themselves and THEN demanding bottles...um...ew, no?). If I can get that done, I'll find a way to be at peace with the rest of this zoo for a while.

Down to three milkers from that five milker group-Dan's doe Precious and two Lamancha/nubian Lucky*Star's LL Pete sired crosses. The la-nubes are really nice and I can tell they would be competitive in the show ring but every once in a while their Nubian kicks in and they knock me around and IDK how I feel about that. They're also a pleasure to hand milk. Last time they knocked me into a wall with a protruding naile in a way I didn't know was possible and I had a cut and a goose egg on my forehead for a few days. My Nubians would pull similar stunts. I'm just not a good Nubian person. I never see it coming and to me they go from placid to defying gravity so I'm siding with letting these guys go to someone else (the lamanchas are easier for me to predict, or heck, even the Jersey's my friend milks seem to announce everything they do before they do it so much easier than Noober goobers). The quality I'd be giving up smarts though.


Oh, that reminds me, and while I'm swimming in chores and trying to make sure DH takes care of himself...the older son is now also begging for a cow...REALLY? That's 2/3.

All I can think about is this kind of situation, which I know WILL happen. By contrast, milking goats is a breeze. They make GOAT milk, but milking cows strikes me as a full contact sport and I'm a one woman show.

I remember those days of DH's work like that. Never fun, and things always seemed to happen in those periods. Some how we manage to push through and get things done, while they have no clue what we did. Of course we don't see what they do at their work (probably for the better) but we do see the "get it done" for them as well as the unreasonable restraints and changes they tell us about.
You're doing great, keep up the good work.

 

[rachels.haven]

Thanks. I needed to hear that today.

 

[fuzzi]

You know, thinking back to my childhood I think that is normal. My spouse is a man and doesn't care about inviting people over without giving me a chance to clean (or pitch a fit for some help if I can) so I feel a lot of pressure to just keep it clean all the time. I may just give up for a while after this and claim I live in the barn...


Grumpy Complain Session/ what's actually going on round our place at the moment.
DH is still on a death march project for work that was supposed to end last week. In theory it ends friday, lol. I've done something to my back so now i'm cranky, stiff, and still running the show. And I am so glad I don't work on top of this because it is a zoo.

Last night I was so busy I had to cancel plans with a friend and could not shop all week or think of anything for dinner for before activity so I pulled out the bread maker, wiped it down, put in 2 cups of bread flour (got it on my sleeve so was itchy for rest of night, but could be worse), 3/4 cup of milk, a huge spoonful of old honey, 3/4 tsp salt and a tsp of yeast into the bread maker, not in that order, and pushed the buttons and moved on to getting people to Wednesday activity and let everyone know that their dinner was in 3 hours when the bread finished. After activity loaf got destroyed, kids got to bed eventually, life went on. DH is still on a path to burnout, so the kids had better enjoy breadmaker specials. These are tricks my mom used/still uses so I guess I'm becoming my mom this burnout session-although for her it's whole wheat bread from flour straight out of her counter top mill (have one, can't grind wheat anymore or I get sick) so my saint mother will always be one step above me in wholesomeness, even when at her lowest. Regardless the baying boys last night got fed.

Meanwhile sore back or not, running the show and dragging everyone behind me or not, I really need to shovel the baby does pen (I split the September kids to bucks and does last week because the males were fully extending, playing with themselves, attempting to breed everything, and peeing on themselves and THEN demanding bottles...um...ew, no?). If I can get that done, I'll find a way to be at peace with the rest of this zoo for a while.

Down to three milkers from that five milker group-Dan's doe Precious and two Lamancha/nubian Lucky*Star's LL Pete sired crosses. The la-nubes are really nice and I can tell they would be competitive in the show ring but every once in a while their Nubian kicks in and they knock me around and IDK how I feel about that. They're also a pleasure to hand milk. Last time they knocked me into a wall with a protruding naile in a way I didn't know was possible and I had a cut and a goose egg on my forehead for a few days. My Nubians would pull similar stunts. I'm just not a good Nubian person. I never see it coming and to me they go from placid to defying gravity so I'm siding with letting these guys go to someone else (the lamanchas are easier for me to predict, or heck, even the Jersey's my friend milks seem to announce everything they do before they do it so much easier than Noober goobers). The quality I'd be giving up smarts though.


Oh, that reminds me, and while I'm swimming in chores and trying to make sure DH takes care of himself...the older son is now also begging for a cow...REALLY? That's 2/3.

All I can think about is this kind of situation, which I know WILL happen. By contrast, milking goats is a breeze. They make GOAT milk, but milking cows strikes me as a full contact sport and I'm a one woman show.

Older son has to milk it, period.

 

[rachels.haven]

Both of them can milk her. Four teats, four hands. They're going to need to get a little bigger first. Possibly a lot bigger.