I have hit the wall where too many consecutive nights of interrupted sleep patterns, followed by a few nights of grumpy non-sleeping baby, result in a drooling, incomplete sentence-muttering mama.
Last night I sat on the sofa for a moment around 8 p.m. after packaging up 40 lbs. of chicken and woke up at 1 a.m.
But let me tell you about the chicken! I’ve been waiting a year to get more chicken – Zaycon foods has different “events” that come every few months.
The only catch is you have to buy the stuff 40 lbs. at a time. And, even for a woman who has a deep freezer in the backyard, 40 lbs. of chicken is a lot of chicken.
Yesterday at 5 p.m. was our pick up time for the chicken. I drove up to a church parking lot where there was a refrigerated semi-truck. I gave them my name, one gal put a trash bag on my backseat and a man put a box of chicken on the trash bag and I was free to roam with my 40 lbs. of chicken.
The box is smaller than you might expect. At least it was smaller than I expect when I hear “40 lbs. of chicken.”
I hurried home with my chilled poultry and met my sister. She’s scared of salmonella and touching raw meat so she was put in charge of the Food Saver.
My mom took charge of the kids and two hours later I had 40 lbs. of chicken packaged into 19 freezer bags, complete with marinades.
Team work is a good thing.
However, exhaustion is not.
The up-side of being so exhausted you acquire temporary narcolepsy is some things seem funnier when you’re tired than when you aren’t.
For example, this has had me giggling for awhile:
“Next time I’m alone, someone approaches me and says, “Hi!” I will whisper, “You can see me?!””
“Dear Algebra: Stop asking us to find your X. She’s not coming back. We don’t know Y either.”
“WHYARRHEA: An inquisitive child’s string of questions rattled off in rapid-fire succession.”
Yes. I’ve been the recipient of many, many bouts of WHYarrhea. I can see one headed my direction right now.
Have you ever purchased meat in bulk quantities?