Dog shit, Chicken shit, Baby shit.
This week I get to have the house, kids, chickens, dog, wood stove, snow removal, trash removal, and nightly meltdowns all to myself. Yes, Dov is away for work and I get to captain the ship solo. Not that Dov is on vacation or anything...but he might as well be as far as I am concerned. I would do just about anything if I got to do it alone. I just need to get away from this damn house! How could it be any worse then the chores that need to be done here with the two leeches hanging off me. For example, Sunday the day Dov left, I had my parents here. While we were meandering around the yard I happened to notice that there was a exponential amount of dog crap in the yard. Guess I haven't been keeping up with that part of dog ownership? Well it didn't bother me till I had guests jumping over dog bombs all over the yard like a mine field. So out to the yard I went with the shovel and bucket in hand. Now the two children are out ...