So I thought it would be a good idea to go outside first thing this morning. Get the girls some fresh air. Spend a little time exploring in the lightly falling snow.
Look for tracks.
Look at the snow hanging delicately on the pine branches.
Feed the chickens.
Take a few pictures.
By the time we made it out to the back field, around to the chicken coop and back to the front walk again…………..
Mary and Emma had gotten in an argument because Mary wouldn't walk down to the stream with Emma. And Emma pushed Mary, sending her tumbling into the snow. Which left Mary crying over freezing cold hands and wet knees. (Mary can't handle any extreme temperatures–hot or cold.)
Emma then continued to give me a little attitude and was sent into the house and her attendance at tonight's 4-H meeting is in jeopardy.
Elizabeth tripped over her own feet and had an up-close encounter with the sidewalk.
By the time I got to the front door, I had three crying girls in the middle of meltdowns while I tried to remove coats, and hats and boots, attend to freezing cold hands, deal with attitudes and check for bloody chins.
Sometimes, in these moments, I have to admit, that I lose my cool. But sometimes the absolute craziness of it becomes suddenly humorous to me, and I'm able to handle it with a cool attitude and a calm demeanor.
Thankfully, that's what happened this morning. And I still managed to snap off a few pictures of the pretty snow.
I love it when things don't go exactly as planned.