Mike has switched to doing Saturday morning chores instead of Sunday morning chores at the farm. He leaves the house at the ungodly hour of 4:45ish and he's back home by 10ish. This morning 10 am came and went. Then 10:30. Then 11:00. I admit I was wondering where he was, but not overly so. Lots can come up when you're dealing with the needs of a herd of dairy cows. They give birth, they get sick, the babies escape their pens and so on. So the girls and I were puttering around here in our jammies. We're finally getting back on track after a week of high fevers, headaches, vomiting and sleepless nights. If you haven't heard yet, officially diagnosis was strep throat, which is much better than the meningitis I was starting to fear it was. Nothing like an insanely high fever and a kid complaining about neck pain to scare the living crap outta ya.
So on top of all that it seems our furnace is having some issues. I mean that's what I hear. From Papa, who noticed it wasn't working properly. I have no idea about that kind of stuff, so I just assumed that was the way it was supposed to work. Turns out, no. Really big no. Like, major reconstructive surgery on the duct work kinda no. So when Papa called Saturday morning to say that he and family friend Mr. HVAC were on their way over soon to plan out what to do to fix it. I figured I better get myself looking presentable. I mean Papa's seen me in my jammies a kagillion times, but Mr. HVAC...... well I gotta draw the line somewhere right?
Mike still wasn't home yet, so I said to Abby who was making herself some toast...
Me: I'm just going to have a quick shower, so you're in charge.
Abby: Sweet. What should I do if Maya's bad?
Me: Oh just give her a spanking.
I must jump in here to say, clearly I was joking. Spanking is not something we do.
Me: Wait. What? Would you really spank your sister?
Abby: If she was bad enough.
Even though I'm 99% sure she was putting one over on me, I will admit I took the world's fastest shower. You know, just in case.