~Hectic Mornings~

If anyone out there in blogger land thinks they have hectic morning syndrome allow me to ease your mind, unless your family name is Fike you're safe. My recurring morning maddness is either a hedious family curse or a really sick joke from mother nature. I haven't decided yet.

Today's adventure finds us with a soggy backyard and an unearthly auroma that would make a skunk smell sweet. My morning began as usual, Bible reading, working out, Feed the horses...this is where the trouble started. I pulled on my knee high rubber boots and my heavy down jacket to brave the bitting Texas wend and started for the barn. I tried to keep the dogs out of the water puddles in the back yard, but the puddles are like magnets pulling the dogs into them. I went through the gate to the pasture closing it behind me in an attempt to keep the dogs out of the mud. (The only thing worse than puddles is mud) I managed to keep Cole and Jesse out but Beau and Roper snuck through an opening in the fence. So their feet were covered in mud in a matter of seconds. I went about feeding horses and cats, trying to keep an eye on Cole and Jesse, I knew exactly where Beau and Roper were, under my feet. After I fed, I slopped through the mud to put hay out witch almost cost me a boot. (I hate mud) I had to get the hay from the shed outside the pasture, so I left the gate open to get back through when my arms were loaded with hay. Cole saw this as an opportunity to get into the field, play in the mud, and eat the cat food. Luckily I caught him before he made it to the cat food, getting the entire bowl last friday was enough for him. Somewhere in the mix of cats and dogs and mud I lost sight of Jesse. So I put the other dogs in the garage and started down the driveway. I spotted him not too far down the street, and hollared at him. He as usual came bounding up. Once I got him in the garage I began feeding, put Cole in the house and started dipping up dishes. I caught a wiff of something foul, but couldn't place it. I though maybe it was something in the air outside. Then I caught another wiff, this one stronger, closer. I first suspected roper, but continued with feeding. Then after I'd put Beau and Roper's dishes down, and Jesse came up to get his, it hit me. Full force. Eyes watering, throught closing, stomach trying to empty it's self, gaging, nausiating, putred, knock a buzzard of a gut waggon stench!! I flung the door to the house open trying to gasp at fresh, breathable air, scrambeling to get my boots off. Success! I jumped inside, melted against the door and sucked in air.
 While in the shower I contemplated what to do with Jesse, the lesser of the two evils, face his stench to put him in the kennel, or allow him to stink up the garage for the rest of the day. I went with option one. I got dressed, made my coffee, put coffee, purse, and coat in the truck, and locked the back door. I was planning on wearing tennis shoes to work but I didn't want to wear them through the puddles so I pulled on my rubber boots and carried my tennis shoes.
 With one large breath I turned the key to the garage door and flung it open, called Jesse, and slammed the door befor the others escaped or the fumes knocked me over. Once at the kennel I was faced with another delema, I got Jesse in ok, and the gate latch was fixed but the chain to wrap around was being used to hold a water hose off the ground. (I woln't comment on whose brilliant idea that was) As I struggled to free the chain my tennis shoes slipped from my hand and right into a puddle. (I hate puddles) Of course they were soaked, and my only alternative was to go back to the garage and face the stench once again to find a pair of boots to wear. I gaged, I choked but I survived.
 When I went out to feed I had more trouble unlatching one of the stall doors. (once again I woln't name names as to the fault of said latch misshap) The horses were all in the field and feeling fresh from being cooped up all day yesterday. So as I was trying to get out of the field I had Kristo trying to play "bite tag" with me and nothing to defend myself with. I did make it to the truck in one piece but my head almost exploded when I got stuck behind someone doing ten miles under the speed limit. Needless to say I arrived at work frazzled and of course late....sigh
 Lets hope it's not going to be one of these mornings all week. As for the rest of you in blogger land be thankful for your last name and that it doesn't carry this curse.