Craig had to go to the field for work this week. I had a sneaking suspicion this one was going to be a doozy. The day he left Edie came down with the flu, then Kale caught a cold and they both had these mysterious bright red bug bites all over their necks that struck me into enough of a frenzy of worry that I ended up taking them to the emergency room to get them assesed (in my defense our doctor's receptionist told me to do so because the doctor was on holiday and I should play it safe). Turns out they are were just some kind of weird bug bites just like the inner mama in me was trying to tell the frazzled Lyme disease thinking mama outside of me.
But alas, I survived the days left alone on the farm with that giagantic rooster to fend off and a sweet cow to milk twice a day (though Daisy's fairy godmother, Sam, came over a few times to relieve me from the evening milkings). And here's something for your too much information file: thanks to the recent nightweanings my moon came back on Monday from being missing in action for over three years. This might have explained why I was so weepy the night before Craig left asking him to get out of it because I felt so vulnerable for some inexplicable reason.
It's all good now. Craig's home safe and sound and the kids are on the mends. This has been a hybrid of vent session and long winded explanation to why I've been missing in action all week long. Love having life return back to 'normal' (whatever that means!). I'm ready for those lazy hazy crazy days of summer any day now!
