We have been camped out for the last two months while I look for a place to live. Living in a camper trailer could be such a simple relaxing experience, and is for a lot of people, but not for us. It’s not relaxing to make 8 gallons of yogurt, 4 gallons of juice and I don’t know how many gallons of broth and cooked veggies in a camper trailer every week not to mention washing all those dishes in a teeny tiny sink. But I’m not complaining because even though it’s not relaxing, it’s super adventurous!
Not only does our diet make things difficult but we’ve also lost our biggest, hardest worker to her new animals; 80 meat birds, 37 laying hens, 4 milk goats, and 4 cats so far.
The good news is that the little children are feeling so good from our diet that they are able to help in ways they never could before the diet. My four-year-old is helping by staying calm and happy and it’s his job to clean up the toys, vacuum the floor and help me clean the bathroom every day. My seven-year-old gets to dry and put dishes away after every meal, she runs errands and sings us pretty songs. My ten-year-old and I take turns cooking and washing dishes. She is amazingly helpful.
And yet, I’m still having trouble finding time for some of the things I used to do; walking, stretching, violin, writing. I’m tempted to make some kind of grand declaration that I’m going to start doing them again but it probably won’t happen any time soon so I won’t say it.
No, I won’t say that I’m going to go for a walk every day no matter what.
I’m not going to do my stretches twice a day.
I’m not going to practice my violin for at least 30 minutes.
And I’m not going to start blogging again.
Nope. I won’t even think of it because I can only do what I can do.
I’ll just keep making my gallons of yogurt and cleaning my tiny house and reading to my little monkeys and be perfectly happy with that.