Lather, Rinse, Repeat

Can anybody else relate to this as their schedule right now?
Can I get an Amen from all the parents of littles out there?
As long as we keep everything churning around here on a predictable schedule (get up, work out, breakfast, make lunches, clean up, catch bus, little kid breakfast, clean up, dressed for preschool, preschool drop off, errands or clean up or both, preschool pick up, lunch, clean up, naps, clean up, laundry, laundry, laundry, school bus drop off, snack, homework, lesson run, clean up, laundry, lesson pick up, dinner, clean up, baths, laundry, stories, bed time, fall in a heap until you do it all over again!!) life moves pretty smoothly for us.

However, blogging and advocating and speaking to someone over the age of 11 (besides Farmer Joe, my mom, and Kathleen--LOOK YOU MADE IT!!) just hasn't been happening lately. It's not that there have been a lack of stories out there. January may be for changes and new outlooks, but PETA is back again, and I refuse to link anything about them because while they can talk about FFA, they're speaking to their choir and are big babies. Who do love animals, and hate leather, but whatever.

Life on our farm right now is pretty quiet. While a few years ago, we'd be in the absolute thick of calving, which is another "lather, rinse, repeat" process (ideally), we only have a few heifers who are ready to go. Having, say, seven heifers as opposed to seventy five or one hundred makes a big difference in one's life.

And our stories.

And plans to do fun things like go with your husband to pick out a new washer and dryer.

Did you notice the presence of "laundry" in my schedule? It has been absent for a few days, but friends nothing says GET EXCITED more than a new washer/dryer combo and the promise of a redo of your laundry room!

Congrats on being an official adult, Emily.

Friends, hear this. I love writing. In fact, I have written a lot lately, just not published. While writing makes me think harder, connects me to the outside world, makes me appear to be funny, it also can make the extremely opinionated and freakishly weird Emily rear her ugly and loud head! So, I turned into Goldilocks this January. This post was too long; this one was too preachy; this one was too much; too this, too that. So, I just let them sit and fester and then realize I haven't shared anything in weeks, sans a Facebook post regarding smartphone use that really made me appear quite judgmental, when I was just making an observation. But, whateves. That explanation post will remain in the dark hollows of "preachy posts," and will never be read aloud above a whisper.

You're welcome.

Back to life as a blogger: When you factor in the twin one year olds who dismantle anything while you're trying to complete a grammatically correct thought, you've got yourself a CRAPPY BLOG POST. There will be a day, I know. Today even, I was told not to blink, they'll be out of the house sooner than later. I reminded this sweet friend that I have had a toddler/baby for now 11 years, so I am going to go ahead and start blinking.

My eyes are dry.

Anyway, I promise there's new and exciting things on the horizon. January may be a time that I feel isolated and life appears repetitive, but I have been in the works with various folks about this blog, my voice online, and all the exciting things that come with it.

Read: Work that doesn't pay for food on the table, but feeds my soul.

Which is important.

Almost as much as a working washing machine.