Harvest - Day 1 (Sort of...)

Anyone who has had to deal with harvest will totally relate...


8:00 a.m. --

FIL: I think I am going to try to cut today.

DH: OK...I doubt it will be ready, but let's try.

FIL: Let's shoot for 1:00.


2:00 p.m.-- (Phone call)

DH: We're cutting!

Me: Is it dry enough?  How did it test?

DH:  We aren't even taking a sample in.  It's ready.  I can't believe it, but we'll be shocked if the moisture is over 12.5. 

Me:  Can I bring out the boys?  They want to ride the combine and the wheat truck.

DH:  Sure.


2:45 p.m. -- Arrive at wheat field

Me:  Why is the combine sitting and you are not cutting?

DH:  Well....now we are not so sure it's ready.  It's greener than we thought, so Dad is taking a sample into town.

Sit and wait, sit and wait, sit and wait....


3:08 p.m. -- Phone rings

FIL:  It's too wet.  Moisture is 15.  Haul the equipment back home.


If I had to write the script of the beginning of harvest every single year, I would write it exactly.like.this.  So WHY, oh WHY, do we do this same thing every time? 

JUST IN CASE WE'RE WRONG.

Until tomorrow....

Strange

Ahhh....summer.

A slower pace.

No lunches to pack.

No homework to do.

But the fighting....oh, the fighting.

I have been refereeing fights all afternoon, so when it was quiet for a brief moment, I grabbed my Assessment textbook in an attempt to read a few pages before Fight #342 broke out.  After a minute or two, my 6 year old walked in with a water bottle and a hairbrush.  He asked if he could brush my hair. 

Realizing that I could keep reading and keep him occupied at the same time, I agreed.  Somehow the next 20 minutes turned into several more trips for supplies from my bathroom which resulted in a full-fledge makeover.

Let's not dwell too long on the fact that my 6 year old son did my hair and make-up. 

Or the fact that he declared how good he was at it and that maybe he should do this for other moms too someday. 

Or that he said he was going to invent a new kind of place that does hair and fingernails all at the same place for mom's who need it.  By this point, I was speechless and didn't tell him that it's already been "invented".

I'm thinking his talent will be enough of a dream-crusher as it is.

I'm not sure how well it shows up in this picture, but he was especially proud of his eyelining abilities, to which he proclaimed, "Now you look like a K-State fan!"

Right on, kid.  KU fans do NOT look like this.

Most disturbing, however, was when he asked if he could have all my hair stuff when I die.

And if I will still be alive when he is old enough to have a job. 

And later, when he asked if I was going to be at his wedding, or if I will die first.

I'm sleeping with one eye open.

Goin' To The Chapel....

My kids are out of school.

I wish this also meant summer break for me, but that is still a few weeks away.

The boys just wrapped up third grade and kindergarten.  Looking back, they accomplished quite a bit this year.  Science animal notebooks, book reports, bigger tests, literacy circles, and history projects for the 3rd grader; Learning how to read, telling time, adding and subtracting, and simply surviving all-day school for the Kindergartner. 

These were all things I expected. 

What I didn't expect was my son coming out of Kindergarten completely fascinated with marriage.

Yep, that's right, he's ready to tie the knot.

I guess I should have seen it coming last summer when he was the ring bearer in my cousin's wedding.  The look in his eye should have been my first clue.

A few weeks ago, I got an email from my son's teacher.  It went something like this:  "Did you know your son is getting married?  He told me so himself.  I told him that he was too young and he should wait at least 15 years.  I told him that when it's time to get married, he should marry his best friend.  He told me, 'yeah, I know.  You know, that's __________.'" (insert little girl's name here). 

Gulp.

He still tells me no less than 3 times a week that he wants to marry her.  In fact, his teacher told me that he has declared to other girls in his class that "I can be your friend, but I am going to marry ___________." 

He's 6.

I'm nervous.

He's smitten.

  Did I mention that he is 6?

Honestly, he has great taste.  She's spunky and full of joy.  He seriously could not go wrong with any of the girls in his little class.  Sweet, fun, kind, cute girls.  All of them.

Fast-forward 15 years and I would be happy for him to snag any one of those girls.

Well, except his cousin. 

We've already had the no-you-cannot-marry-your-cousin-even-though-you-are-adopted-and-are-not-technically-blood-related-speech (Thank you so much to older brother and cousins for bringing up that conversation.  That was fun to explain.).

But for now, he's in love.  And declaring it to the world. 



Ahhhhhh.....

Accreditation visit done.
School Law paper completed.
Accreditation report submitted.
Major work project done.
House is clean.....bwaaahhaaaahhaaaaa!

House is still standing.
Kids are still alive.
Husband still loves me. (Hoping he still likes me too.....)

Taking a moment to breathe.
It feels good.