I cleaned the sheep stall, the horse stall, the tack room/feed room. I gathered grass from where my husband cut the grass and piled it in the chicken run. I had washed the horses' legs in anticipation of the farrier coming up in the morning and kept them in the barn. By three, I was done waiting. I called him and asked him to reschedule, and let them out. It was a perfectly beautiful sunny day, so bummer they horses missed out on grazing.
Somehow my husband got our oldest daughter to fold laundry, but when he asked her to pick up a broom, I noticed she headed out to sit in the grass with a book (behind some trees which screen her from the house, but not the barn). For some reason, most of my kids think that picking up a broom is unreasonable torture. They will do almost anything else to get out of sweeping: fold laundry, clean showers, anything. I just do not understand it.
I weeded the garden a bit. Can see where some of the neat rows I made got shifted in the heavy rain of last weekend, but I should still get some greens. I planted amaranth, just to see - that is coming up gangbusters.
One thing I didn't get done was my report cards. The kids of the school have the day off tomorrow, so I will dedicate my day (after the meetings are done) to finishing them. I have been trying to get everyone to move to an online gradebook, so the registrar can just print out the report cards....she says she is at the point that she will pay for it herself! The program she uses now (picked by the last registrar) is very difficult to use and requires us to make separate spreadsheets with names, ten digit id numbers, 5 different standards etc. etc. etc. Takes long tedious hours. I'm really not looking forward to it, which is probably evident because I keep procrastinating.
My husband tilled the land we are preparing for some kind of crop out in the back pasture. We are thinking maybe sweet potato or taro. It is pretty far, and like everything else on this land, you have to go through the darn horse barn to get there. The barn is Grand Central Station. You have to go through it to get to the chickens, the sheep, the horses, and the back field. I am still a bit baffled by it all - but I am the one who has to feed, so maybe he doesn't know how complicated it gets when you are carrying different containers of feed or trying to give water to chickens over a fence.
We're going out to dinner - it's our anniversary! I am off to get sheep smell washed off....