It started out like any other Thursday. I got the kids up and ready for school then dropped them off at bus stop carpool.
After that, I waited around til mid-morning for it to warm up so Tagg and I wouldn’t freeze whilst checking cows. That’s where things took a turn…
We got out to check cows only to find them out and scattered across three pastures. For the record, stray cows never make me happy. I grumped back to the side-by-side after opening a gate so we could get everything back together. And just before I jumped back in to take off, I noticed that one of the puppy’s had puked on my seat.
Instead of letting it upset me more, I decided to take it as a sign that things could always be worse. So, I wiped the puke off the seat as best I could, grabbed something to cover it, jumped in and turned my frown upside down.
Thankfully, the cows went back together easier than anticipated. The rest of the trip went off without a hitch. I even got serenaded with Christmas carols by the cutest four-year-old I know.
Since the trip took a little longer than anticipated, I was seriously hungry when we got home really jonesin’ for a Tombstone pizza. But the pizza was not to be… the power was out. And it wasn’t a scheduled outage.
I’ll admit by this time, I was screaming on the inside. Like, what gives?! I expect that kind of behavior from a Tuesday (#TuesdayYouAintCute) but not a Thursday!
But then I looked up and there she was, smiling her little toothless smile at me.
She took the whole day in stride. She offered to help close gates and chop ice. She was the light in my otherwise crappy day! And I want to be like her when I grow up.