After our usual easy Sunday start, I headed out to put the final clear coat on the chair seats while S made his way to church. Once that was done, I brought the robot vacuum downstairs to map the basement… and that’s where the day took a turn.
What was supposed to be a quick setup became a full-on deep clean. The TV room got a refresh with furniture rearranged and things finally put away in the new hutch. Plants were shuffled, orchids soaked, and the rumpus room and girls’ rooms all got attention so the robot could actually do its job. I dusted everything as I went—definitely one of those “might as well just do it all” kind of days seeing the wind picked up.
S was home before 1 with groceries and Vietnamese lunch—perfect timing. After we ate, he helped me make Brittany’s bed, then settled in with the ball game… and promptly fell asleep.
While the robot recharged, I tackled the bathroom. It turned into a full deep clean—scrubbed cabinets (they were nearly empty anyway), washed rugs and the shower curtain… another solid spring cleaning win. Unfortunately, I also managed to knock a glass topper off a tall blue glass bottle, sending it crashing into the sink breaking off the tip. Now added to the list: glue repair. Ugh.
B popped by and headed out for a ride, but I opted out as the wind had picked up. Once the robot had enough charge, it finished up Shaina’s room (after I moved what felt like half the contents off the floor). While it worked, I grabbed the Dyson and did the stairs.
S woke from his nap and headed out before 4 to harrow the pit area where hay had built up, then back inside for hockey—no surprise there. I too ventured outside, water the planters, uncover the strawberries, and prune one last tree I’d missed. Between all the in-and-out of water, my bee sting from yesterday seemed worse—itchy and annoying.





I envy your whirlwind spirit for housekeeping. Putting the cow in the chute and letting the calf suck for five minutes, then taking her back to her space and sometimes topping up the baby's meal (9 a.m. and 9 p.m.) takes up a great deal of time. Walking while talking to the heifers and quiet cows left to calve takes up an hour or more. The five new heifers that Ray and Wendy delivered from Ron's are sure not used to a woman with a top knot on her tougue. The smallest one (with any tail) has allowed me to touch her this morning, overtop one of the most quiet heifers. The other four watch me with steadfast eyes and feet ready to carry them to the farthest corner of the pen. Three times a day of chit-chat and them seeing me brush and scratch five of their peers will hopefully pay off.
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