3 1/2 hours after going to bed I woke up. Wide awake at 4 in the morning.
I crept out to the living room trying not to disturb anyone else, only to be joined shortly by Marc and the girls because they were also wide awake. And hungry.
We got dressed and headed out to Mary’s Cafe for the breakfast we had been dreaming about. Oh biscuits and gravy, how we missed you!
When we got back to the house, I thought I had the day to slowly do some laundry, get my nails done, and maybe take a nap.
WRONG! My dad comes in from the barn and says,
“Are you ready?”
“To rake the hay.”
Never thought first day back I would be riding the tractor. And no, it’s not a euphemism for anything.
To be fair, my mom did ask me earlier this year if I would help dad with the hay when we got back. I said, “OK, if he thinks I can do it and not mess up the tractor or something.”
Not sure if this is a new skill I can add to the resume yet.