Stick A Fork In Me
We are in the middle of a real deal, true South Dakota Spring storm.
The snow came in almost a week ago. It lasted for three full days, dumping nearly two feet of snow.
Then last night, the rain came. Cold, miserable, drizzly rain.
I realized this morning while scrubbing the bathtub with an old toothbrush, wearing yellow rubber gloves, that perhaps I was losing my sanity and going a bit stir crazy.
Then I thought about Laura Ingalls-Wilder and the long winter.
I was being pathetic.
I shook off my blanket of self-pity.
The true pioneer women had been through far worse, I told myself.
They went months without seeing anyone besides their husbands and children.
I had only gone four days. I could do this. I would survive.
I had electricity, food, Internet, TV. This wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
I began to feel confident in my abilities to handle atrocity.
A couple of hours later...
This is what happens when you lose your mind.
I set the oven at 350 degrees to do some baking, but I forgot I had put the casserole dish from lunch in the oven with the plastic lid on.
Laura Ingalls-Wilder would be ashamed.
Then the Hubs called. I turned off the oven and took the tractor out to the pasture and pulled him and the feed truck out of the mud.
By the time I got back, the plastic had cooled and came right off the bottom of the oven.
Laura Ingalls-Wilder, I bow down to you. I am not worthy.
I need sunshine, I need company, I need a vacation...
And I am out of wine...
If you need me, I'll be in my bed, under the covers, in the fetal position, until Mother Nature decides to be my friend again.
I hope you are having a lovely day!