This morning, when the light came streaming through my bedroom window around 6am, I opened my eyes just a little bit, rolled over and said to myself: “No. I just can’t do it this morning. We’ll milk late and the goats can just eat hay.” And I promptly went back to sleep. Unbeknownst to me, right around the same time, the two oldest girls were getting up and planning their morning. Having heard me lament about how tired I was last night, they decided they were going to surprise me and take care of the goats this morning. Only they can’t do the fencing without me (I joked about it being a complicated process in my post on the subject, but some of those things really are difficult, not to mention the yellow jacket nests that we really do run into very often and, of course, the spiders.) So instead, they decided to chop down trees and throw them into yesterday’s paddock for the goats to eat on today. Meanwhile, I’m snug in my bed with no idea that this is going on.
Armed with a small (somewhat dull) saw and a (very dull) hatchet, the girls did this:
and this right here:
And gave the goats plenty to eat today
When I woke up a few hours later, the goats were being milked and breakfast had been started and the little ones were playing nicely in the play room.
Those kids. Every day, they surprise and bring me to my knees in thankfulness that, despite all my immeasurable parental incompetence, they are absolutely amazing.