Yes, we are trying to start a homestead of sorts and things are going slow though I sometime marvel at what we have already done in this short two and a half years. Especially when I consider what life has thrown at us during this time, yet we continue on with no thought to not doing it. I might even argue that we ARE homesteading… of sorts. And sure, there are lots of blogs and bloggers out there that are helping pave the homesteading way with knowledge, experience, and inspiration. So, instead of doing that at this moment, I thought it would be fun to paint a picture of roughly 30 seconds to a minute of homesteading I haven’t read much about in other blogs, or what we like to call blurbs. Really, its about people on a homestead of sorts from the perspective of one of those people.
This is what I witnessed coming home from my off the homestead job (cash paying), starting with when I walked over the threshold of our beautifully upcycled front ReStore door (that is so DIY) this evening, August 1st, 2017.
Author’s note, Please pardon the language, it just seems appropriate but is probably not. My apologies!
A moment in the life of a want-a-be homesteader dad…
I come home from my first day on a brand new job and have to pee really bad. Light showing under the door of the boy's bathroom, music is playing loud in living room but no one is in sight. Rush to my bedroom, open the door and there's Erin getting dressed for church, just her. Rush by her to the bathroom accusingly mumbling, "what's going on?"
Erin, somewhat defensively, “What?”
Opening the bathroom door, 3 year old Tirman is standing but bending over in the empty (dry) bath tub with a drink pitcher he is using to poutr water into the cardboard tube of a full roll of what my eyes saw as dry toilet paper. All the while, 10 month old Ewan is outside the tub but using the tub the stand up with and drum on while making all kinds of happy excited noises with his newly discovered voice; happily learning from his big brother how to have fun fucking shit up. I see and process this in a split second as I position myself between baby and the toilet because I really have to pee but my fatherly duty is to also to protect baby from said nasty ass toilet.
Bathroom is tiny, did I mention that?
So, I whip it out and start to pee while whining to Erin about Tirman filling up the toilet paper tube with water... and a sweet little 10 month old hand with perfect soft clean pure pink skin quickly comes into my vision from between my legs and below my stream, grabbing the toilet bowl rim. Ewwwwwwww!