Slept in till 7:15. (My first mistake.)
Made the bed.
Helped My Cowboy with morning chores.
Fed the baby calf his bottle.
Did not fix breakfast. (Sleeping in affords no time for such things.)
Made a pot of coffee.
Ripped out some quilting I didn’t like on a customer quilt so I could start over.
Made lunch for me and My Cowboy.
Doctored the cat. (No small feat, I assure you. It took both of us to get the job done.)
Helped My Cowboy tack up his horse so he could go work cattle.
Fed the baby another bottle.
Missed the funeral of an old family friend because I didn’t find out until 1:30 that the service was at 2:00, which left me no time to get ready and get there. (My second mistake.)
Made dessert to take to my sister’s for supper tonight.
Did the dishes.
Started a load of laundry.
Swept the floors.
Finally got to quilt a little bit. (It’s a good thing longarms are high-speed machines.)
Made a second pot of coffee. Decaf. (My third mistake.)
When My Cowboy swung back by to drop off his horse so they could haul cattle, I untacked Chip for him.
Groomed Chip, the Wonder Horse.
Put all the tack away.
Fed all the horses.
And the cows.
And the dogs.
And the cats.
Gave the baby another bottle.
Turned the horses out.
Closed up the barn for the night.
Trekked to the mailbox to check the mail. (It was all bills, naturally.)
Put the laundry in the dryer.
Trimmed the quilted quilt so I can put the binding on.
Managed to finally find time to take a shower.
Forgave myself for not getting on the treadmill today. (Actually, I had this done by 8:00 this morning!)
Folded the laundry.
Made the binding and sewed it to the quilt.
Went to my sister’s for supper. (Late, because My Cowboy had not one, but two, separate incidents of tires blowing out on his livestock trailer today while hauling cattle. He’s lucky like that.)
Ate too much.
Read the newspaper.
Laid plans for tomorrow.
Thanked God for every second in this day of my life.
And now, I’m exhausted.
I’m hittin’ the hay.
‘Cause chances are, at least half this stuff will have to be done again tomorrow!
And maybe this explains why my kitchen remodel still isn’t finished after 6 months . . . hmm . . .
I need to stop sleeping in . . .