We are currently in the process of selling our home. It is not an easy matter  to choose your next home.  As a matter of fact, neither is selling a home. Two offers have fallen through already  (no fault of ours , or our home) , and we have had many lookie loos at our doors for open houses and realtors who just don’t show up ( with no notice).

We have looked at modern homes, Victorian homes ,and finally decided on a rural two and a half acre ‘farmette’ ( as my mother in law sweetly named it) .

Our offer is in and we are patiently waiting.  The kids have talked about wanting a goat , chickens, and perhaps , even a horse !

Waiting is the worst.

I was out shopping as retail therapy today and spotted a chicken to keep eggs in. I saw it as a lucky charm, a sign of our pending offer, and so I bought it.

I filled it with lovely , clean white eggs ( from the store for now) and showed it off to my eldest son.

” It’s a rooster , momma. ”

Oops , so it is. What kind of a farmer will I be ?

I woke up this morning to the children being awfully quiet, first red flag.

I heard banging next coming from the bathroom, next flag.

Opening the bathroom door two little boys were brushing their teeth , okay c’mon something’s really wrong now.

There was a faint smell of something familiar …..CHOCOLATE! I asked both of them who was eating chocolate at 7 in the morning and they both denied it vehemently. I did the breath smell test and both had culprit breath.

Both of them pointed chocolate covered fingers at each other , blaming the other.

The 6 year old pips up with ‘ but we found it in our beds’. Nice try, I stripped the beds to wash the sheets yesterday.

My stares can kill,  and make even the most hardened criminal crack. A moment later the truth spilled out about sneaking downstairs and raiding the M and Ms jar. Squealing like little piglets.

All of this on the morning we go to the dentist.

Breakfast was withheld , as in my opinion , they picked their fate by stealing and lying about it.

My morning was complete when the car battery was dead, the 2 year old had a tantrum in the driveway, and lost a shoe ,AND the husband was held over at the fire station , and I had to take all three littles to the dentist by myself.

All of this by 9am , and now I am headed to Costco.

At least there were no cavities. I’m doing something right.