Hello. It’s me. The long lost dairy operator. Running this dairy has been truly crazy, hectic, mind boggling and exhausting. We have brought a dog to the dairy. He amuses us but has only increased our work load. Today I hauled the kids and dog in raging heat to my mother in laws, school, grocery store, car wash, habitat for humanity, a fruit stand, a thrift store, the beach, the docs and finally home. In that day, my daughter fell flat on her face while carrying a chair and scraped her elbow and hip. My son dropped a large glass bottle all over the asphalt of the car wash where there was no trash can in sight. The dog got terrified of the vacuum at said car wash and kept disappearing. I spent $10, $5 of which was unnecessary but refreshing on trying to vacuum the disgusting cesspool I call a car. We did win at the thrift store when we scored 4 pair of shorts for the boy so he will hopefully quit wearing his thermal layered jeans in SUMMER. The beach was fine as the dog was finally allowed out of the clean but hot, hot, hot car for a few tender moments. At the doctor we learned the boy has bronchitis. What joy. Not sure how he got it but one leading cause is dirty places. That sums up our entire life. So even though it could a multitude of factors I blame myself for being an unkempt farmer. Once home the garden finally got watered after 2 days of suffocating. My boxes I ordered to help organize us came in the mail. 4 of them were smaller than I expected, 3 were great and 3 came without the rope they were supposed to have. A trip to the craft store is needed, too bad. My husband helped hang the triple mirror I bought for $25 today so now we don’t have to have everyone’s toiletries all over our tiny sink. He trusted me to screw in a screw and it went right through the wall. I was fired immediately. Our tiny girl who fell so hard had a huge meltdown and cried and screamed that her elbow hurt so bad she could never take a bath ever again. She was in there to wash her body and her privates of the impurities of sand from the wonderful beach trip. After a few books cuddled with me on a tiny chair it became evident that she may have done more to her elbow than scraped it. Worried an ER trip was upon me, my husband and I coaxed her, albeit gruffly, to prove to us she didn’t need the 40 minute trip at 8pm. Instead I whisked her to the store for some kid chewable bear. My day is done. My mind feels like I ran it through a blender.