This week is district contest. I really thought this year wouldn’t be as bad
as the past years. By looking at the calendar
it seemed to be a shorter season. And I
was wrong. Every year I tell myself it’s
going to be ok. Then about our birthday
weeks I hit the wall. I am so ready for
Jay to be home tomorrow morning. Trying
to get them both around and out the door is a challenge. I’m trying to decide what is more tiring – a small
child you have to physically wrangle or a teenager who’s like a mental
minefield. Both leave me feeling like I’ve
ran a marathon by the time I’m backing out of the driveway. Then I drive 10 minutes to Stacy’s
house. Then another 10 to Miller. Then another 25 to work. Yeah, I’ve been late several days the last few
weeks. Anyway – after today we will be
over the hump. Thank goodness!!!
Jay didn’t get home until 6:30-7:00 last night. As soon as he walked in the door he told me
he needed to go back to the school because he forgot something. We worked it out so that he would take Camryn
with him so I could go for a walk.
Camryn is a good shopper, but she’s not a good walking partner. About 3-4 minutes into the walk she’s
done. Jay left with her and Cade went
out to start chores. I finished cleaning
up the kitchen and then headed out for my walk.
I wasn’t even out of the driveway when Cade came running up screaming “Dad,
Dad” in his panic voice. I told him Dad
was gone. He said “one of the pigs is throwing
up come look come look.” I told him I
wasn’t going to be any help but I went anyway.
We got out to the pig house and I could tell one was eating
happily and two looked suspicious. I
figured one had thrown up and the other had ate it. Sure enough the pig started throwing up again
and his buddy cleaned up behind him.
They were on some different feed because the feed store was out
yesterday. They went from pellets to
ground corn. The corn looks pretty dry
and choking to me. I wondered if
something with the new texture had bothered him. I told Cade to give him some water and see
what happened. Then I finally did a head
count and noticed there were only 3. I
asked Cade where the other three were at.
He said they were still in the farrowing barn. They moved these three to the hog house because they are for
sale. He said “My Dad said they looked
bigger in here so we are keeping them here.”
I could hear that whole conversation between the two of them exactly in
my head. I decided it was time to leave
Cade with his vomiting pig so I could go on my walk.
As soon as I left the house I called Jay to tell him about
the pig. He asked me what the vomit
looked like. I said “well it looks like
corn and water.” He decided it as
probably the feed. He was going to look
at it when he got home. When I got back
from my walk I checked on them and they seemed to be doing fine.
Later that night, after the kids were in bed and I had a
moment to think, I realized I had inspected a pigs vomit. Then I described it to Jay over the
phone. Again….when did I loose control
of my life??? Jay said it was just
turning me more and more into a farm wife.
And think about all the legitimacy it was giving me with our
customers. Yeah, I’m probably not going
to talk about puking pigs with my customers.
And I’m also thinking there is a difference between a farm wife and a
showing wife. I can’t quite put my
finger on the difference except for the crazy, maniacal look that the show dad
gets in eyes this time of year….
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