July 15, 2014
Evening was upon us, supper was finished, and I had started the pizza sauce process. One that I have learned to enjoy since the Vita-Mix. You see we put the tomatoes in whole-minus the core, and blend them to puree and dump it in a kettle, add your seasonings, and wa-la, your done. I had sat down to rock Jesse a little bit, after turning my kettle of juice on high, when somebody came to me in a desperate tone said, "Dad cut his finger". I ran to the 1/2 bath only to see blood gushing everywhere. I immediately called Bob, who had totally forgot to bring his bag home with him. In the mean time, Kayla had dumped cayenne pepper in the gaping wound, and that still didn't stop the bleeding, so she dumped a large amount of peoples paste in, and that clotted the blood. This was 8:30, and since we thought the walk-in closed at 9:00, we hit the road. Kayla kept baby and all home. We sail up the road to find that the Walk-in closed at 8:30. And Wayne refused to go to the E.R. So we went to Walmart to get bandaging supplies. Once parked, Wayne looked at his wound again, and said, "he just doesn't know". I told him, think about it till I come back out. Once out, he decided it was bad enough, that we would drive to the E R and see what the waiting time was. I could not find my glasses in my mad rush to get out the door, and my eyes are bad enough at night, poor Wayne was trying to help me see where I should turn and such. Not this lane, it's blocked off, No that is exit only, go a little further, try this one. And when we did find an entrance to the parking lot, and parked. We seen why the others entrances were blocked, the Helicopter was getting ready to fly out. Once in the E R Wayne signed in and than they were taking his vitals, when the nurse asked how deep it was, if it hurt, and how bad it bled. I can't remember what question she asked, that led Wayne to tell her we put "People's Paste" on it to get it to stop bleeding, the nurses comment "well, it worked good"!
After sitting in the E R for awhile, Wayne about had enough and went and asked them how long the wait would be, the guys response was "it is a slow night, but it will be 2 hrs.". Wayne opted to come home and go to the walk-in come morning. So we taped a pencil to his finger, put more "People's Paste" on the now oozing/starting to bleed wound and wrapped everything up, and went to bed. I on the other hand finished adding my seasonings and boiled the pizza sauce, and than crashed.

A  typical day goes like this: (it can vary a bit, but this was Monday)
Alarm blares at 6:30, and since we had just come off a trip and got to bed about midnight, I was exhausted. I shut the alarm OFF. And fell asleep promptly till 7:30. Woops, children need up, cow needs milked, hogs need slopped, and breakfast needs served. Wayne overslept and was an hour late for work-
9:00 the phone rings, poor Wayne, who sounds down and out, says he locked his keys in the truck and forgot his laptop. Mind you it's only 32 miles to work-and that's one way. I offered to pull him 'out the ditch', and at first he said he would be fine, but than changed his mind, and I quickly I got my grocery list together for the week and left about 11:30 and got home about 3:00. I left my baby home with the others, and he slept almost the whole time-he was wore out from the trip.
We had an hour battle with emotions in a child..........
4:00 I sent two of the children up to the farm to chore.
We worked on getting laundry in off the line, and supper made. Although, we didn't get to sit down for supper till about 6:30. By than, my head ache was getting the best of me, and I was starting to feel sick with it.
Once again, milk cow, pick tomatoes... and wash up supper dishes. I don't remember much after I left the table,  I kept laying down and falling asleep. I was just too tired.

Tuesday morning, I woke again to that blasted alarm clock blaring music... I shut it off once again and wished to go back to sleep, but new I couldn't. I looked over to see Jesse looking at me, and when I met his gaze it melted my heart... This was day 2 on unpacking camping items and putting them all away. I know, I sound so organized, but in this house, organization hasn't even reached the end of the lane yet. lol
This evening is pizza sauce, milking, supper.........and more sleep.
Jesse was thrilled to be home again. He sat in his seat playing with his toys and grinning from ear to ear. I love seeing that.
Tomorrow I am sure things will change up a little bit more, but the norm is still there!

and until than..................