She’s going to need 30.
Remember the book, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? One thing logically leads to another. That books is a perfect description of what I did just a few hours ago, only I’m not suffering from ADHD like the mouse in the story. My whole train of thought always makes perfect sense. I’m sure you understand.
My sister-in-law was watching 3 of my younger children, and I called to tell her I was 15 minutes away, and I was bringing a bottle of wine so we could visit over a glass.
My house is less than a 1/4 mile from her house, so I just needed to stop in and grab a bottle before I headed over the hill.
When I pulled into my driveway, I noticed the door to the chicken coop was open. For the safety of the chickens, I needed to close it before I left.
When I went to close the door, I noticed the feeder was empty. I had a bag of feed in the trunk of the car, so I hauled it into the coop and filled the feeder.
While I was filling the feeder, I spotted a collection of eggs in the nesting boxes. “Oh, Lydia is gone this weekend. I need to gather the eggs for her.”
I carried the 14 eggs carefully in my shirt, and on my way across the yard I stopped to let the Aussie off her leash. She gets tied up sometimes during the day, but always spends her nights in the house with us. She promptly took off.
After a brief but fruitless period of yelling her name into the darkness, I continued up the drive to the house. In the house, I found an egg carton and put away the eggs. As I put them away, my alarm went off. It was my reminder to give the Golden Retriever her medication.
I tried to feed the tiny pill to her disguised in a piece of baked potato, but she was unimpressed. “Don’t you have any meat or cheese?” her eyes inquired. The pill fell on the floor as she mouthed the baked potato and my eyes said to her, “EAT IT. NOW.” She decided to comply.
When I was done with the Golden Retriever, I remembered that the Aussie was still gone. I went outside and called her. And called her. And called her. Finally, she popped up at the bottom of the driveway looking far too happy. If any of the neighbors is missing a goat or a chicken or a shoe, I think I know who did it. I coaxed her into the house telling her what a good girl she was[n’t].
After my battle of wills with the dogs, I remembered that the alarm on my phone a few minutes served a dual purpose: I am supposed to take my vitamins when I give the dog her medication. I opened 4 bottles in succession and washed the pills down with a glass of water.
The glass of water reminded me that I needed to go to the bathroom. Really bad. I did the potty walk to the bathroom.
On my way out of the bathroom, I passed a bottle of wine sitting on the counter and remembered why I was in the house.
And finally I was back in the car with a bottle of wine, heading over the hill to retrieve my little ones and visit my sister-in-law.