Oh these little farmers. I told the story on Instagram, but it bears repeating here, just for memories sake. This day was just plain awful. The day before these pictures were taken, I was at a field day type situation that entire day, almost 8 months pregnant. No other word but exhausted could describe me at the end of that day. Fast forward to this day, no school! Yay! Or so I thought. I fell back asleep after breakfast involuntarily, until I heard the girls in the back yard. Jolted up, found the littles playing “farmer” in the back yard with brooms, rakes, shovels, water buckets, boots, you name it! I took this picture for Mike to see because, although I had my work cut out for me to help them clean up, it was still cute! Then, I went back inside and found the kitchen, and the bathroom, and all the other rooms except the dining room destroyed! Cranberry juice dripping down cabinets, apple cut in a million tiny pieces to extract seeds for this new garden idea (the big apple is pictured below, the pieces were on another cabinet), syrup in little cups all over the table for the messiest tea party of all time, refrigerator wide open and at room temperature inside, cut apart box with duct tape and items I can’t say all over the living room, face masks cut open and all over cabinets in bathroom (the cucumber sticky kind) with sticky towels everywhere, I’m telling you… it goes on and on! No one is perfect, including me and my kids! First time I can recall EVER calling Mike to come home from work because I.just.can’t.

This face is up to no good. This fence is being replaced as I type this. Yay!

 

There goes our grapes for this season. The girls pulled them off their vines in order to plant them in the ground. In theory, I guess it’s not a bad idea.  

Extracted seeds now in the ground for safe keeping until an apple tree appears… or not.

Disclaimer: Noelle was locked in her room doing her hair the entire time the Pond house demolition was taking place. She was the missing key and the reason I felt safe to snooze with a 5 and 7 year old around. She’s my right-hand but deserved a morning off too after an extremely hard week losing a modeling job and being made fun of for having a huge sty in her eye at school. I just didn’t know we’d both be off our game. Some days just go down like this. Just boo!