Sometimes, I totally feel like this. I'm a tiny LEGO pig, drowning in laundry! ;) I had a great laugh when I opened the wash and saw her there, crying for rescue, "help meeeeeeee!"
FHE on Monday night was in the church corn field in Centerton. It was 6,000 degrees with 1,000% humidity outside and Corbin and Sloane fell asleep on the way there, so Aaron and I decided to just tag team and sent one adult out to pick with the girls, and one to stay in the car with the littles. I was up first with the girls. They were having a difficult time finding joy in a hot, sweaty, buggy, weedy corn field. I felt a mother need to teach them about hard work and keep them free of the entitlement trap that spins it's web so close to home that I'm haunted by the fear of raising lazy children.
So here we are in the field and they're freaking out about every little thing that moves or twitches and honestly I'm a little wigged out, too, because we're knee high in weeds that I'm certain are full of chiggers...which is waist high for the children. I remind them we're doused in bug spray and I use my big rubber garden boots to step down and clear a nice path through the weeds for them to follow me. There were so many metaphors about mothering here that I beamed with the thrill of all the life lessons I could teach them from this one experience.
Seeing that they were still reluctant to follow or help, I reminded them about our friend, Ben, from Laos, who spoke in church on Sunday about pioneering and freedom, and his tales of riding a water buffalo to work in the rice fields as a 5 year old boy. "Ben was such a good example of working hard for his family, and we can work hard, too."
I demonstrated how to pick corn and they reached for an ear to give it a try.
What are the odds that the very first ear they'd grab ahold of (together) would be FULL of giant (seriously, nickel-quarter sized) Japanese beetles that would come flooding out of the husk and swarm around them. It was like the opening scene in Jumanji where all the bats come pouring out of the fireplace and chase the little girl down the street. They screamed, dropped the bag, and ran crying all the way back to the car.
LOL, well...I tried, right?
At that point, I was laughing so hard and also just wanted to get out of there, too, so I moved down the row as quickly as possible and grabbed every decent ear within reach to fill our bags. Aaron came out to switch the heavy full bags with empty ones and hauled everything to the car for me and we got a nice system going. I picked about 130 ears of corn in 20 minutes and we called it good.
On the drive home, a little spider crawled from the corn and dropped down from the ceiling of the van between Corbin and Quincy. Hysterical screaming. Someone tried to smash it with a shoe and ended up hitting someone else and everyone was crying, which woke up Sloane, who also started crying. Aaron and I just looked at each other and had to laugh at our state of chaos, with two hot, tired, and sweaty parents and a van filled with unconsolable children. It was a night for the books.
The last 2 days, the kids chipped in to help me shuck, blanch, cut, and bag all of the corn into a year supply for our freezer. They did a much better job handling all the caterpillars (there were a lot, this year) than they handled the beetles, and even joked that we should just collect them in a jar and feed them to the chickens. I love my giant cheese pot for corn. 25 ears blanched at a time! Woohoo!
I also cooked up 100 tomatoes into soup, and harvested all of the squash this week.
If you ever receive a bowl of red pepper and tomato basil soup, or a bowl of butternut and wild rice soup from the Willardson home, you should know that the produce was grown, peeled, roasted, and preserved right here at Fort Willy with a crazy amount of love.
This week has been really hot and the children got cabin fever while we worked at home. I've been short of patience and low on energy to be fun in addition to productive. One evening I simply texted the word "pizza." to Aaron around 4:30 pm.
Yesterday, a cooler breeze carried away some of the humidity, and brought us back to s bearable temperature. Swim team finished yesterday and aside from all the baby food I plan to make, the summer garden harvest and preservation season is coming to an end. Thanks, garden! It's a total jungle out there and it's too hot to bring it back from the dead. I need to hire a teenager to just come weed whack all around the yard. There are some 6 foot weeds out there!
The dog days are here, we're itching for change, and I'm homesick for California. The years we don't make a trip out there are always hard on me. I actually looked up flights and considered throwing everyone on a plane next week to finish out the summer in the Bay Area.
I do truly feel like Arkansas is home for me now and I love my life here. There's a small part of me where my inner California Girl aches for produce stands and golden hills, and salty the breeze of air at the beach. I need sand between my toes. My hears long to hear waves crash, seagulls call, and sea lions bark. I want to smell the Monterey peninsula. It is ocean and taffy and seafood and waffle cones.
I want to eat a decent burrito, wrapped in foil, delivered on a plastic tray, and covered in green sauce and fresh limes. I want more cousin time for my children and sibling time for me. I want to unroll my car window and smell the garlic processing. I miss my parents.
I totally get why so many of my friends and family pack up and spend their summers in utah. It's not home, but it's part of their flavor and they need a few weeks every year to go back and be reseasoned. I love living in Arkansas, but I'm craving a bite of California this week, both for me, and for my family. I want it to be part of their flavor, too. Even if it's just a sprinkle.
Yesterday, I remembered that in the springtime, I stocked up on crafts and science projects just for weeks like this one. The kids loved it! Such a simple thing like a craft really lifted everyone's spirits. I think it's ok for kids to be allowed to feel bored. I don't have to entertain them all the time, and usually counter complaints of boredom with chores ;). Maybe Corbin was right when he said, "Mom! I'm feeling crazy because I have nothing to doooooo! Thats why I taked Soren's to to chase me!" Idle minds do not always inspire creativity...especially for 6 year old boys. Sometimes, it just generates mischief. Which generates a mom who thinks she's losing her mind (she might well be).
I don't want these babies to remember the tired, impatient, ungrateful mom of the past week when they think of the summer of 2015. At least I can laugh about how crazy it's been, but here's to less bugs, tears, and tantrums. I'm focusing on joy this week, and hoping for better weather, healthy children, and happier everyone.
And still not opposed to the thought of a spontaneous mini family vacation to somewhere a bit more local than California, to refresh us.
Summer's not over, yet!























































