"Mom!"
"Huh?" I asked in a groggy, sleepy voice.
"You wanna still milk Peanut?"
"UGH"
That's right, I got woken up by my 14 year-old daughter. She overslept, and was to be on a school bus at 6am for an all day farm display field trip.
I walked out to the kitchen, and said to my husband, "why don't you go milk her?"
"Cause I don't have time. You always wanted to be a farmer," he said in a poor southern accent.
We had both set alarm clocks at 4:30am. We were supposed to be at the gym, working out at 5am. Somehow, my alarm did not go off.
I was done milking by the time my husband drove past the barn in his truck to go to work.
Peanut did great. She loves to turn her head and watch me milk. She got a bit restless when I had her about empty. Little guy, Rue, did not cry like a baby when we put her in the stall to milk her either. Misty however, was being a hog with the food, so I had to give Rue some more. She's used to being all by herself, so she has to learn to share now. The good part is, that Peanut protects Rue, and makes sure Misty doesn't eat all the food (when she's out there with both of them).
Now I need to get a shower since I smell like a billy goat. I had to feed him too, when I was finished with the milking, and he's not smelling too bad anymore. Just enough to make you want to shower it off.
The feeding didn't end there. The barn cats were standing up against the house door, looking in. As if they were saying, "where's our food?"
After that the house cats, the dogs, and soon the chickens will need their coop door opened. My husband reminded me of the weather we are having, in regards to the hen laying on her eggs. I guess we'll see. It's pretty warm here today.
I guess I have to fit exercise in my day somehow now. Hopefully tomorrow we will both be up at 4:30am. I can't go to the gym until after 3pm. The gym is in our old high school, and closes after 9am. I think I will walk on the treadmill, work the speed bag, and some other weights. Maybe a bike ride too. I have spent the entire summer with garden, I almost feel like playing hooky again, and just paying attention to myself for once.
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