Whimsy is…

Really. There are times when I think “I really am an odd duck”

Yesterday we stopped back by the shop after going to the arena to watch DH not rope on his mule (who’s hock was sore) and not really rope off the boy’s mule either. I did watch both of the littles cover themselves in dirt. I also mused and whined about the fact that we changed our plans for the day to accommodate a client who didn’t buy anything. And I had already sorta planned spending the money on my curric for this year. But that’s really not the point of this post. (But I will get back to it)

The baby (who is 2 and half - but MY baby nonetheless) climbed on to my lap and I smelled the unmistakable smell of poo. I smiled and thought to myself, “oh, that’s just cow poo” With relief because it didn’t require any action from me. Do you think most mothers would be alarmed by their youngest child smelling of bovine feces? Probably. Not me.

And then today when I was cleaning up the bathroom, I washed. the. soap. The SOAP people!! Not the container of liquid soap (which incidentally is dirty) The actual BAR of soap. Why do I have both anyway? hmmm…

As I was polishing it, I remembered the poo incident from last night and thought about how that didn’t phase me, but this bar of soap? Must be dealt with immediately.