If I had known six years ago what I know now, I probably would have raised Alpacas instead.
Nah. Sometimes it’s really good.
Yesterday I started off my day scooping squishy green poop into vials. I’m off guacamole until further notice. Gah. J has had some sort of non-stop stomach ick for over a week. How the kid can poop like that and still eat and be happy is beyond me. So I had the unmentionable joy of filling a shit kit for lab tests. Even before a cup of coffee. If I could take a Brillo pad and scrub out that memory, I’d do it.
But today we took the boys to the museum to play. They love going there, there’s a big astronomy exhibit that’s very hands on. And now there’s an exhibit called Engineer IT! where you can plan out different things, build them, and learn from it. A built and launched a rocket, J played in the water for the boats and I didn’t take a damn picture.
And it was a really good day, the first one in a long time. It was fun. These are the days we want more of, fewer of the “poop scooping” days. Is that so much to ask?