I haven't felt this beat up since the last time I found myself in a mosh pit. Friday, I think it was Friday, I was hallucinating. Had to call my husband to let him know that I was in no condition to watch after the kids once they got home, nor make dinner. At least I thought that's what I said. Turns out I said. "sick, hurt, dying, food."
My jaw still aches. I am still a little sick, but nothing like the other day. On the plus side, my ankle feels a whole lot better.
Last night I went out to milk. I was able to get Murrial to eat her treats in the barn while I was milking. It took a few minutes as she worked out that her head would not fit through the hog panel and she would have to come into the barn. She snuck up behind me. I watched er carefully from my peripheral vision. She was cute about it, almost on tippy toes. She smelled my shoes and decided that they were rather rank after about 2 minutes of sniffing, and quickly jumped back, but then she did get up enough nerve to walk into the barn and put up with me talking to her and Mama.
I have to be a real smooth talker with her. It has been proven a little difficult because the Dexters want to steal her treats, and I have to be a little, ok a lot bolder and harsher with them to get them to listen. Right now it is a balancing act of not terrifying Murrial, but getting Mama and Eddie to listen and do what they are told. Almost like dealing with pre-teens and a toddler.
I am off to the farmstead today. Not sure what we are doing, but I am going out none the less.