Aut Vincere Aut Mori

Aut Vincere Aut Mori (either conquer or die) I intend on conquering this moving thing. I am in the market for a new babysitter. B. was a no-show, no-call 2nd day in a row. Okay, she just turned 16 and she has a life but, when you commit yourself to a job, and people are relying on you, newly 16 or not, you come thru and are responsible. So, I moved what little I could with Toddler Terror terrorizing me.

Hubby came home fairly early this evening from work, he said we'd get some stuff moved. Well, his idea of 'stuff' was spreading the new gravel and fixing our new driveway, welding up a new corner post, and putting the horse's water tanks where he thought they would be best. I was frustrated but really couldnt go into an all out pissed off rant on him because everytime I walked thru the door into my new house, I was so happy.

Earlier, Wee One let me rock him to sleep. He was clutching his little holstein cow and looking so sweet, just like an angel. Hard to believe he was such a effing brat the ENTIRE day. I tried to put his cow up safe so it can be easily found in the morning and not lost in his bed, but he had a grip on it and wouldnt let go.

Today was hot, I am sure I was near heat stroking out. The heat and humidity was just awful, unbearable. I was sweating so badly, I had sweat running in my eyes. I swear. I sweated like a man, I sweated even more than when I am working cattle. Thats awful! I bet I sweated off 10 pounds, I am not joking. Suprisingly, because I damn near drank 2 gallons of water and 1 gallon of sweet tea.

This will probly be my last post for awhile. I plan on tearing my computer down and moving it, along with my desk, tomorrow. I'll catch y'all later. Have a great weekend!