It’s 11:30 at night and I’m still sitting at my desk almost four hours after I said I was going upstairs to take a bath. I’m wearing Muck Boots and yoga pants (It’s a fantastic look.) and I’m covered in grime and itchy bits of sheep wool. It’s farm fair week for our family–the week my kids anxiously anticipate all summer. The week when you can guarantee the hottest and most humid days of the summer. The week when all the work of the past year and the past several months culminates in hot, sticky, sweaty work and fun and chaos and tears and learning opportunities.
Tuesday morning, we packed up the 4-H lambs in the back of the truck, crossed everything off the giant 3-page list taped to the kitchen refrigerator, gathered up photographs and crafts and baskets and baked goods and coolers stocked with sandwiches and cookies and fruit and snacks, and made our way to the fairgrounds.