This isnt the sort of lifestyle where you get to sit on your butt, much. There are days when I’d LIKE to – when my anxiety is high, or the list of things to do is overhelming and I don’t know where to start – but there is always SOMETHING that needs done. Bucket toilet to empty. Water jugs to fill. Wood to haul down from the loft. Livestock to feed. Garden to water or tend. Children to feed, dishes to wash, sweeping, sweeping, sweeping.

I did spend a good part of today sitting in my chair, but for a reason. We brought the cats home with us this weekend, and as cats do not take well to change, thy are skittish and clingy. One has spent most of the last 2 days hiding, but today, he sought out my lap as a comfort place. And so, I sat with cats. Sometimes I sit with children, sometimes animals. It’s in the “mom” job description somewhere.

The kiddos wanted pancakes for supper tonight. 2 problems with that plan: 1 I am still learning the stove and 2, I dont currently have a pancake flipper. Pancakes are a deceptively difficult thing to cook because your pan has to be HOT. If it isn’t, they stick horribly. And a woodstove can’t just be dialled up to “high” in five minutes. It’s the end of May. It was cool out today, bit it isnt winter. By the time my pan was hot enough to cook the cakes, the job was the steteotypical “slaving over a hot stove”. Oof.

So, we have learned that pancakes are either winter fare, or else best cooked on the camp stove.

On an entirely unrelated note, my neighbour vrought me a tractor scoop of lovely horse manure for my garden yesterday. I still need another bale or two of soil, but the plants should like it in there.