If you give a mom a minute…

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.


  1. Lady Violet says:

    Ha ha ha! I’m glad that I am not the only M. O. M. that has problems with sequences. Mine happen mostly with clothes and kitchen space.
    Like your blog and your sense of humour.

  2. My man and I read an article years ago about this very thing. The author called it “sequences” and isn’t that so true? One thing leads to another, which leads to another and another until, eventually, you come full circle back to the thing you originally intended to accomplish. Sometimes it takes all day! When one of us asks the other, “What took so long?” all that must be said to gain understanding is: “Sequences.”

  3. LOL, that sounded like an excerpt from my life. Except for the wine part, not judging, just don’t like wine, yuck rotten grape juice and small organism pee not my idea of something to enjoy, heehee, I’m also a Texas that does not drink tea or coffee or beer. not for any reason except yuck my tastebuds would rebell.

  4. oops…now i see the “she’s going to need 30”! 😀

  5. So how long did it take? (that “15 minutes”) :]

  6. Yep, that’s normal life!!

  7. At least you remembered what you were in the house for! I have days like that (and cant even blame being a mum!) and then leave the house and halfway to my destination would remember the bottle of wine sitting on the worktop!!

  8. A little off topic, but it made me smile when you spoke about wine. So many christian homeschoolers are so against alcohol, I feel rather awkward because my family is quite the opposite, with my husband winning awards for his home brewed wine! It made me happy to see I’m not completely alone lol.

    I can relate to this chain of events… it’s what happens just about every sunday morning!

  9. yyyyyyyuuuuuuppppp! sounds about right!

  10. That sounds familiar. So familiar. So, so, so familiar.

  11. It’s like that walk from room A to B that should take 7 seconds to pick up item X, but takes 17 minutes…and sometimes you can’t remember why you came to room B in the first place…


  12. So I’m not the only one who does the potty walk, eh? LOL I feel so much better now!

  13. Ha ha….indeed! It’s a mom’s life, right?

  14. That’s funny! Don’t Mom’s all have these kinds of days…then as you get older you do this but then sometimes forget what it was you were headed to do!

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