Running on Fumes

It’s been an insane week. I’m running on fumes (and caffeine) to get me through the days. I don’t have the energy to go into all that we’ve been doing this week. In a nutshell: lame horse, pregnant mare, sick baby, hospital visits, major surgery, more hospital visits, no sleep, snow storm, bad roads, ice, ice, and more damn ice.

I’ve taken to composing little ditties when I’m rushing through chores.

Hoses are heavy,

Buckets are too.

Any way you look at it,

You know you’re screwed.

 I know, not appropriate but that’s just what it is.

The worst part, I was out feeding horses last night in the snow at 10pm after another hospital visit and got a bloody nose. I hate bloody noses but it’s ten times worse when you’re out throwing hay. Hay sticks everywhere and throw in a little bit of blood and I had hay and blood all over me. I came in from chores last night and told Mike I got into a fight with the hay. I’m not exactly sure who won.

I’m ready for a quiet weekend but I don’t see that happening.