Saturday - "On the Farm."

                                                    It is a typical Saturday as Saturdays go around here.

I was sleeping for the 5th time this morning after being woke up over and over again through out the night when thud - one of the kittens that has grown way to fast, now weighting much more then the feather of what he used to - landed right on top of me. Uffdah! I was awake and getting up this time for sure. My haphazard slumber came to a jolting end.

     I knew what had to be done as I threw my warm blanket off me, sitting up - my feet hit the floor as a chill ran through my veins. It wasn't early but it wasn't late either. I suppose that it was just the right time. The right time to feed the turtle, feed the fish & then the three cats - who were making it clear with their more then loud enough screeches that breakfast should have already been served.  I let them know that I am coming but they have to wait their turn. Understandably they are not happy being "so far down" on the getting fed food chain.

With that finished I noticed my house was under construction. 

     Oakley was at Gigi and Poppa's for the evening and for today so that meant the perfect time to take down his crib, I mean, he is a "big" boy now and has graduated to a bunk bed that he will be sharing with his sister (Her on the top - him on the bottom) for now.
     By dismantling the "old bed" - it left a huge spot to be filled and can you just take one guess how it ended up being filled? 

     Let me enlighten you, a huge doll house. A doll house that Lucee' no longer plays with but because she is a "little" girl, must have none the less and what the h*ll - lets throw another one in with it so we now have two of them in the living room. I never really seen much reason to have any but it is what it is - I guess? I mean - it really just sits in the way and collects every toy other then ones that pertain to it but I should think of it this way - Oakley will have many more things he can get to now that he can continue his sling fest ritual he does each day until nap time - picking it up again after.

All I could do was shake my head and let Shailah know - well, we should at least be thankful that the kids are letting us stay in their home.

     When I say that, I have reason too. Looking straight on to the tv seating place - the entire right side of the room houses Lucee's Barbie menagerie along with all her LOL figures - a huge shelf full of cubbies that hold, do not hold everything they should.

     On the left side, Oakley has taken up space there. With his two shelves again holding, not holding all things they should along with another huge shelf full of books that wouldn't know where they belonged if they were paid too. Lastly we can't forget about all the singing and dancing Mickeys - endless toy statues that do nothing more then make noise and get tipped over and the chairs. O! The chairs! What child needs three different themed ones? I can tell you - Oakley.

     But don't worry because in-between the right and left side - there is a small couch the adults get to sit on when Lucee' isn't sprawled out all over it or Oakley isn't acting like Tigger bouncing - Jumping on each cushion making them look like they don't belong, - we adults get to wedge ourselves down to enjoy tv for a few moments whether it is Monsters Inc on repeat or some new YouTube b.s. at least we get a moment. Split second to be more exact before an eruption breaks out between the two children.

I make my way into my room while trying not to think to much about the mess that will lie on the other side of my door the next time I open it. 

I sit at my desk and turn on my computer. An escape. I just woke up and already am looking for one. This is going to be a long day, I say to myself.

Looking out the window, blah! The sun is shining again. I am still not fond of the ball of fire in  the sky to much. I was always told - growing up to never wish time away because once it is gone it is gone forever. I never wish time away. I do however look forward to the much colder days when the sky is cloudy gray, the wind howls and I can exchange my icy BANG drinks for hot coffee that is flavored with the Season. Soon though. Soon.

In the mean time I must wonder if it is wrong of me to lean back in my chair - wishing I was at a Pumpkin Patch noshing on a fresh Halloween cake pop while sipping a Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks, dodging birds walking through a corn maze thinking I owned the World when in fact I know that I already do.

     Reality: I shall just resolve to the kitchen where I can pretend that I am Trisha Yearwood and create the most delicious Hershey's Chocolate Cream Pie that anyone has ever tasted - or at least in my head that is how I vision it ... thinking about what to wear at a job interview come Monday afternoon - trying not to stare to long at the doll house eye sore while enjoying another Saturday "on the farm" as my Grandfather used to say.  Happy. Happy. Joy. Joy.

                                                   

                                                  Kazz 💋