I just really noticed the date.
We gained a new month while we were out "roughing it."
I can't believe it's already September.
Of course, Badger is making sure we know what month it is and what comes in September.
I can't believe she's 10 this year.
Time has flown by too quickly.
She's not really a little girl anymore.
I can already see peeks of that teenager that's coming.
I'm a little sad that my last baby is growing up on me, but of course, you can't keep them babies forever.
The house is still upside down.
Things are still pulled out of rooms, but you know what?
I'm exhausted.
I'll tackle it eventually.
I took the day off and went rambling with Peacock.
Besides, they didn't have school today, and who can really clean with a bunch of brats running around, even if my brats are old enough that they shouldn't be producing more mess?
There is so much to do.
The animal cages need cleaning.
I doubt the outside cats have eaten since Friday morning because I can't find their food.
I swear Raven, K.S., and whatever buddies they had over all weekend had a couple of parties because all my silverware has walked out of the house.
It goes on and on.
Right now, I want to go back camping and escape the mess.
OK, pity party done.
We had two fairly bad injuries yesterday.
Peacock was pecking on the bedroom window to get Heron's attention, and the glass cracked.
He gashed his finger open, and it's on top of the scar where he degloved his finger a few years back.
It needs stitches, but he has no money and no insurance.
It's a pretty nasty cut.
I'd say it's at least four stitches bad.
Luckily, he has had a tetanus shot.
I think.
I would assume they gave him one after he literally skinned his finger almost to the bone.
Then Cowboy was spraying the house and felt a nip on his rear end, inside his jeans.
He said it felt sticky, but he ignored it at the time.
By bedtime, he was hurting quite a bit.
He took his jeans off to let me see what it was, and the best way I can describe it is like a giant burn or road rash.
I'm hoping it's not a brown recluse or black widow.
We'll keep Neosporin on it, and if it doesn't get any better or looks any worse, he can suck it up and see his doctor.
I don't know much about black widows, but I know you don't want to mess with a brown recluse.
Raven is frustrating me and Cowboy.
We just don't know where his head is.
Well, maybe we do.
Raven and K.S. went to Verizon and signed up for their own contract.
What I don't understand is why you would take on another bill when you already have a free phone.
K.S. only works part time as a cashier, and there is no guarantee Raven can even get discharged from the Army.
If he does, he's going to be unemployed.
How are they going to pay that bill?
They also went looking at a double wide trailer, or what is that fancy word? Modular home maybe?
A three-bedroom, three-bath home.
They said Clayton Homes was going to "give them" land for it.
Uh huh.
OK, they may sell them land for it, but they aren't giving them land.
And why do they need something that big?
How does he think he's going to pay for it?
It just irritates me and Cowboy, and we can't say anything.
He's technically an adult.
I can't smack him upside the head, although I'd dearly love to.
Someone needs to smack some sense into him.
I've gotten to where I just avoid him because if I don't, I may very well smack some sense into him.
It's not hard to avoid him because he's never here.
For all the crying he did while at basic about how he was a family man and missed his family and was going to spend a lot of time with them when he got out, we hardly ever see him.
He's always with K.S.
OK, I'll quit complaining.
I really wish Mom was alive.
I could complain to her instead of having to complain to an unfeeling computer screen.
I can't complain to Cowboy.
He just blinks at me and walks off.
I swear the guinea pigs and cats hide when I try to gripe to them.
The goat will listen, but then he has his own complaints, and I don't think the neighbors appreciate us both out there baaaing.
At least the computer can't run and hide or talk back.