Different than I imagined

It's been a crazy day.  The family has been sick.  I've been racing from one thing to the next.

At a certain point I stood in my doorway wearing an apron and holding a hammer and thinking that this was certainly not where I thought I would be.  My morning had consisted of laundry, cleaning bathrooms, making bagels and bread, feeding the chickens, the dog and whoever wasn't sick.  I had stripped beds and vacuumed.  I had emptied trash and washed out recyclables. 

In the middle of all of this, J came running over to tell me that the chickens had escaped.  We then spent the next few minutes catching rogue hens.  It turns out that I'm a pretty good chicken wrangler.  Don't be jealous of my talents, people. 

While we were at it, we took off the lights and removed the water heater.  Then moved the chickens to the front.  This is when I got the hammer to remove the plastic from their tractor.  Thus, I now had an apron on, bread in the oven and a hammer in my hand. 

The thing is, I'm having a blast.  I'm not a Nurse Practitioner working in an ICU, which is where I was headed.  I'm a Mom, teacher, head chef, chicken wrangler, housekeeper and kisser of booboos.  It's so much better.  The rewards of a happy,( usually) healthy family are so much more.  I love my life.  Even when it's crazy.