All is quiet on the homefront. Too quiet. We're 3 weeks and 2 days into this 'new normal' and adjusting fairly well. No one is cowering in the corner...nor hiding under the covers...nor devouring copious amounts of chocolate...nor drowning in a sea of tears. However, we are not exactly swinging from the rafters either. Now that I am no longer spending countless hours in the kitchen, I have been reassigned. I have traded in my dishwater hands for these:
And some days my two worlds collide:
DD came home the other weekend and we put her to work.
The three of us branded about 20 calves in a corner of a pasture. Gathering and settling the cattle:
The fact that we could have used 2 or 3 extra men did not deter DH from getting the job done.
DD held the herd
And corraled the escapees:
while DH roped the calves
So shhh...that quiet I was complaining about earlier is perfect for sleeping and I've been sleeping like a baby on days like this.