Since my husband is back to six days a week, today is our only day off together. When he got home, he was so sweet. He woke me up and said, “baby, I want to spoil you today… Here’s the plan.”
We got ready, went and looked at a couple of houses, then to breakfast, and finally drove to the foothills to see if we could live outside of regular civilization. Turns out we can’t… The foothills where we were looking has a medium sized lake (with no water in it, thanks California drought), not very many people, and zero good internet access.
We looked at this gorgeous house that is well below our budget. It was 2,200 square feet, three stories, one wall full of windows on the back, granite, wood beams in the ceilings. It couldn’t have been more perfect— except it is out in the boonies. It made me so discouraged.
Then we went to visit my grandparents at the big ranch. My grandma needed help with all of her internet passwords. Now that she’s getting older, she’s having a hard time remembering different passwords to different accounts. Then she changes the password every time she logs in, and can’t remember the next one. I fixed everything for her. Plus, we checked out the guinea hens, hung out, and Winter had her first major accident.
She crawled away, into the kitchen, while my grandma and I were ordering their Easter outfits on Amazon. The next thing we knew she was screaming hysterically. When I ran on there she was hanging by her ring finger from the cabinet door. Literally, she was hanging by her one finger. By the time I got her out all of the skin had scraped off of the top and the bottom of her finger. Instantly it swelled, turned black and blue, and we were both traumatized. Luckily, she’s fine now. The skin has already started repairing itself.
Two blowouts, a trip to the grocery store, a movie, and some cleaning later— and I’m popped. I’m running a bath in the clawfoot tub and I’ve got a Popsicle ready. I’m about to live Mom Large.