When a mother wakes up and she is sick, she knows that she can't lay in bed all day and be sick. Actually even before I was a mother I knew I couldn't do this. Once I got married the laying in bed being sick was over. Now the man, he can lay on the couch all day and complain that he doesn't feel good, that he is dying and oh woe is me. But when I would call off work sick, my husband would look at me and say: "The laundry needs done: Since you aren't going to work." I know, he sounds so insensitive, but he hardly gets sick so he doesn't understand. Hence the reason he says he is dying when he gets just a little sniffle.
So anyway, Jakob and Kadence are both sick also, so Jakob doesn't get to go to zoo class today, and I get to hang out in my Yoga pants. With Kadence sick it gives me a chance to have a reason to put her down for a morning nap so I might be able to rest.
Rrriiiiight...
I go to load wood in the wood burner and see that I need to bring wood in from the cellar entrance. Now, most cellar entrances have stairs. Not ours, it is just a hole covered with a wooden slat type grid door. From outside we throw wood down there, then go into the basement, open the door to that hole and that is how we bring it into the basement. It is a creepy hole. Spiders, hang from the door above and on the walls, spider nest thingys are everywhere and the floor is a covering of bark from the logs we bring in, which I am sure is teaming with bugs and critters. The wood is at the back of this entrance. That means I have to go in there to get the wood. I take a deep breath and go in, spiders descend, defending their territory. I work as quickly as I can picking a log up, throwing it through the door into the basement, picking up a log, throwing it through the door into the basement. I soon feel a drip on my lower back where my sweater doesn't cover the top of my pants. Ahhh, a spider is on me and laying its eggs in my skin. I will soon have a big huge bulb that will burst and tons of tiny spiders will come out and eat me as their first meal...
I really hate spiders.
Chore done. Good thing is I now have a runny nose instead of a stuffy one. Bad news, I am now a host to a million baby spiders.
I told you it was creepy looking. This is it after I got all the wood out. (The spiders are hiding, they don't like their pictures taken)
So anyway, Jakob and Kadence are both sick also, so Jakob doesn't get to go to zoo class today, and I get to hang out in my Yoga pants. With Kadence sick it gives me a chance to have a reason to put her down for a morning nap so I might be able to rest.
Rrriiiiight...
I go to load wood in the wood burner and see that I need to bring wood in from the cellar entrance. Now, most cellar entrances have stairs. Not ours, it is just a hole covered with a wooden slat type grid door. From outside we throw wood down there, then go into the basement, open the door to that hole and that is how we bring it into the basement. It is a creepy hole. Spiders, hang from the door above and on the walls, spider nest thingys are everywhere and the floor is a covering of bark from the logs we bring in, which I am sure is teaming with bugs and critters. The wood is at the back of this entrance. That means I have to go in there to get the wood. I take a deep breath and go in, spiders descend, defending their territory. I work as quickly as I can picking a log up, throwing it through the door into the basement, picking up a log, throwing it through the door into the basement. I soon feel a drip on my lower back where my sweater doesn't cover the top of my pants. Ahhh, a spider is on me and laying its eggs in my skin. I will soon have a big huge bulb that will burst and tons of tiny spiders will come out and eat me as their first meal...
I really hate spiders.
Chore done. Good thing is I now have a runny nose instead of a stuffy one. Bad news, I am now a host to a million baby spiders.
I told you it was creepy looking. This is it after I got all the wood out. (The spiders are hiding, they don't like their pictures taken)
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