I dropped my first egg. Darn it. It was one of those days. I was in a bit of a funk and the egg just slipped out and went…splat.
I’ve applied for the same job twice and finally got to the interview process last Friday. This job makes me excited, and I think it would be ‘right’. Aid at the Developmental Pre-school serving and helping the little ones and the teaching staff. A way to come full circle from the days my little one was struggling. One of the interview questions was, “Could I run fast enough to catch a 5-year-old running away?” Could I catch them? I am a trained expert in this field, as I am in juice clean up and crowd control. I was impressed as well, at my ability to get in and out of those tiny little chairs we had to interview in. However, they said they’d ‘call’ and they didn’t.
In an effort to be productive, I started to varnish the new French doors. Unfortunately, I was ‘under instructed’ from My Loving Spouse, who had said, “It is just like painting. You can do it.” Yes, well it turns out to be not just like painting and a lot harder. Luckily, he walked in just as I was mucking it up. Upon hearing that I was having a ‘ bad day’ and needing to get me off the whole ‘varnishing is easy’ job, he had a brilliant idea. “Why don’t you go get Jubal and plow the driveway?” This was a good on many levels:
- It got me away from the varnish job and out of his hair as he fixed it
- I got to be outside, which I really needed
- The driveway was full of snow, so it would take some time
- Jubal is my ‘farm Prozac’ and I always feel better after he and I have a good work out
Yep, worked like a charm. After plowing the driveway and getting Jubal back into the barn without incident I checked the eggs again. The girls did not disappoint me and there were two more eggs! As My Loving Spouse was admiring my plowing job, I managed to drop my second egg. However, this time if fell into the deep soft snow and all was fine!
