A day where I come home from work at 6.15pm after leaving at 8.00am to the breakfast dishes on the sink feeling guilty that I'm not the parent I aspire to be.
Thank goodness it is just that time of year for me though, I work as a Breeding Barn Manager (Horse) & of course this is the time of year when it is all a happening. Although a more rewarding job I never could have. After more or less doing this for the last 20 years I still can never get over the whole miracle of conception the growth of a pregnancy & then the most rewarding aspect the birth.
For these big noble creatures to let me share the birth of their creation is a privilege I will be forever thankful for. Yes I ride the highs & lows with them a mare losing a foal during or shortly after foaling a maiden mare rejecting her foal (yes they are just like us it scares them too sometimes) or the most most dreaded and thankfully never very often a loss of a mare.
So this is why I do what I do. Thank goodness my job allows a fair bit of flexibility when it comes to parenting. Yesterday DS was in attendance while we scanned mares he is interested to know if they have a follicle growing or if they are close to ovulation & he loves to travel the couple of hours to the airport to pick up semen that has flown in from -well wherever it's a small world now. This gives us some lovely chatting time & his special treat something from McDonald's. I am glad DS is wise to the things that many city kids do not know for many years, to him it is a normal part of life
However I am looking forward to this weekend well hopefully anyway-I got called to a foaling at 4.50am last Saturday morning a mare that has a history of trouble fairly safely delivered a little colt(little being a very accurate description veeeerrry) until then I will have to cope with my messies. Thankfully I spent all day Monday (Yippee student free day I told you my job offered good flexibility) in the garden, baked brownies with my daughter, looked at numerous Lego constructions my son had created and even managed to do a bit of housework that night. Even though I have a rotten cold at the moment, DS puppy has just had a accident in the house, there is no fuel in the car, the fridge is rapidly getting empty (Except for perishables I only shop every 2mths in bulk) AND my house will be condemned it does not matter.
Why because when I became a widow at the young age of 25 with 3 very young children I thought I could never go on. I thought I would never achieve anything in my life again but the simple fact was I had already achieved the greatest thing I would ever achieve and that was my 3 healthy happy well rounded compassionate & caring kids.
Just like those mares I handle everyday at work I will ride the highs & lows as I do with them when they foal it does not really matter what happens because in our house their is a Lotta Lotta Love.