Chicks Night Out
I am not making this up. However, it is true…there is actually something happening next Wednesday at The Mill in Black Horse (1/2 mile up the road from me) called “chicks night out”. Sounds fine, if The Mill was a BAR. However, it is not. It is a farm supply store…and Chicks Night Out is an exciting evening devoted to Chickens. I am SO there! I so need a life.
The chicks just keep on growing. I am amazed at how much they EAT, POOP and GROW! We can get them to crawl up into our hands now and most of them will do it. So far, the kids still seem interested! Hope that keeps up. I am really excited to get the coop done.
I have decided on a coop design. It will look something like this…
It will be wider…8×10…and have a few more windows. The best part is, the front has a separate feed room…
…and I can get the eggs from that side. Now I just need to get the foundation done out there.
My most exciting news this week…I got a haircut (and a bit of color!). It is has been 7 months…argh. I hacked it to my shoulders because I couldn’t stand it when I would roll over in bed and my hair would get stuck under my shoulder! I had some highlights and lowlights (whatever they are)…and Ethan informed me that he doesn’t like it. It makes me look “stripey”. This was after I brought him to school this morning and he realized it was PJ day and he didn’t have his on…so I drove him home (meanwhile, he is freaking out that he was going to be late which was in no way going to happen as we were 40 minutes EARLY to drop off Emily’s science fair project and pick up her homework, but you couldn’t tell HIM that!), changed him in 2 minutes…raced back with 15 minutes to SPARE…and he tells me I look ‘stripey’. I also got a grilling of…”where were you last night? Is this going to be EVERY Thursday night? Why do you have to do this? You missed Survivor…yes, we watched TV…the old lady got voted off and some guy is trying to bring back the loin cloth…and we are GOING TO BE LATE YOU STRIPEY MOMMA!”. He was referring to a fly tying class I am taking in Middle River, MD. I know he needs routine, but I am reaching my limit in my ability to cope with this. It is frustrating, but confirms my opinion that I need to be home with these kids and better organized so that his day is less stressful for him. I have been trying to call Psychologists on our insurance to have him tested (the school psychologist believes he has something on the pervasive development disorder scale and I don’t disagree)…but not one of those Psychologists has called back! Crazy. No pun intended. I think I need to talk to our insurance and see if they can help (HAHAHAHAHAH!). Okay, enough cynical Missi.
Happy Friday!
