Monday Madness

In less than 2 weeks, we will be having a graduation open house for our son Dakota.

This means that I have at least a hundred things to start/finish before then.

I even have a list.

I abhor lists.

My goal is to be able to cross off at least 5 things per day from that list.

Today the list looks just like it did yesterday.

Here's a couple of reasons why.

My Houdini chicks have figured out a way to leap through the netting to perch themselves on the edge of their brood box.

When their bravery wanes, they attempt re-entry.

It doesn't work that way unless you are a time traveler.

We actually had to cut one of the chicks out of the netting. She had managed to get her entire head through one of the holes and made sure that her call of distress could be heard all the way upstairs.

Through closed doors.

3 times.

I'm afraid that I may have rolled the eggs 1 too many times while in the incubator, if you know what I mean. *wink*wink*

If chicken rescuing didn't take up enough of my time, I had this to deal with.

This was on my kitchen counter.

It was NOT created by these.

It seems my son Matthew decided to use his powers for evil to create a doggy "poo" from mud.

And he recruited my normally normal niece and nephew, Gracie and Levi.

This piece of "artwork" included dog hair on it.

Words cannot begin to describe how I feel about this new talent.

Seriously.

If that wasn't enough, here is my bread.

I got so caught up with the "doggie doo", that I forgot about the bread rising on the counter.

For 4 hours.

So, at 9:30 p.m. on a Monday night, I am waiting for the bread to rise again.

Because that's what any good mom/auntie/chicken farmer would do.