My dear, dear Boss Man has been busy doctoring a group of sick calves that arrived the Wednesday before Thanksgiving….in frigid temps, pouring rain, sloppy Cowboy Lotion….the man is focused. (yes, this was sitting as a draft…for
a few days…weeks…ok months…the truth is hard to face.)
I wonder sometimes what our farm would look like if he operated as…um….another person on this family farm….
Another person’s day: I abandoned this post last fall and I do not remember how my day actually progressed…but I do know that if
I I mean if someone else on the farm was to do Boss Man’s day it would look like this:
Yes, I have two young girls…but they are not the biggest problem (I am easily distracted)…Yes, I am sleep deprived….but that doesn’t explain my energy to create mess and not pick up after myself…I feel like I am in Middle School Gym Class, “Your Mother Doesn’t Live Here Pick Up After Yourself!”
Yes, I have always had this problem. ALWAYS.
My concern is the tears….those I want to cry at the end of the day when I see the mess I have created ….and the those I want to dry in the eyes of my girls when I snap at them burdened with my disorganization…again. (and yes, it is worse this summer with all the illness we have had…)
The sad truth is my girls are picking up my unfocused, poor prioritization habits. The blessed Truth is that today is a new day, a gift, Which is why Mondays are my favorite day of the week as an Adult, a new beginning to do better than last week. I want to lay down the rails of good habits for myself….the girls will learn with me…now what habit to start with first?. I need help…any ideas?
Fly Lady Flybabies..please leave a comment with your wisdom…because I am going to take off soon. Here are a few pics of my problem…oh yes feel free to judge…I begin to fly today…