Some Days Are Better Than Others

Yesterday was a morning from hell. Becks has had this thing with waking up at 5 AM. Apparently Axel has got on board. It's 4:30 AM and I am sitting here drinking Diet Coke and blogging. Sheesh. Anyway, I got woke up super early yesterday. I thought I would get up and make sure the trash was taken down for the garbage man. Then I got a wild hair and decided to mow the grass. The kids were playing, Jax was ready for school, and I was busy mowing. Though I was pouring sweat, I wasn't contracting so I decided to mow the weeds by the orchard, as Q has wanted to do that for a while. I headed over there. I saw Mac come out and Boston was at his heels. Not sure where Boston came from, thinking maybe Mac let him out, I continued to mow. Well there went Boston after the chickens. He found one he wanted and headed after it down into the wash. Heaven help me. By this point I was drenched in sweat and getting way too tired to be dealing with this. Jax needed to head to school so I finished the weeds I was on and headed on my way in the house. I got Jaxi out the door and off to school. Mac was on Boston duty. Becks went in and got in the tub by himself.... I caught him just in time. I got in the shower. Bosty comes running in my bathroom, home safe and sound. Jax had found him by the pomegranate bush. Mac said he had fixed the fence where he thought Boston got out. I fixed the other side where I thought he got out. I put the dogs out back and within 20 minutes a knock at the door. Kelsey was there Boston in hand. He said he had found Boston in the wash pinning down a chicken and plucking its feathers out. Nice little torture dog. So I left Boston in the house. Becks and I had to go get my medication, go to the store, go to the bank, and pick up some paintball stuff. I wasn't about to let Boston back outside. So when we got home he had gotten into some things, but nothing major - so I thought. He had chewed Q's phone charger. Becks was so moody and crying over everything. He ate lunch and went down for a nap. Needless to say, Q was pissed, with good reason. I took Becks and went to town for my ultrasound. When I got home, I went out back to try and find where Boston was getting out. I knew I couldn't keep him in the house all night. I found the spot in the fence and cinderblocked him in. I put the dogs outside he didn't escape again. Whew. Mac said there were a couple chickens missing. I have yet to go count them, but it's possible they won't come back. Here is to hoping a 4:30 wake up call this morning and my Diet Coke make for a less eventful morning.