So many changes. I don’t even know where to begin. I guess the first thing would be that I’m not even close to being unpacked. My best attempts at organization were shot down when my husband decided to put boxes wherever he had room, rather than in the room they belonged. So I have pantry items in the living room, laundry items in the dining room, and bathroom items in the kitchen. So, even the simplest tasks have been a challenge.

I spent an hour digging through boxes this morning to find the maple syrup. I knew we had some. I’d watched my husband pack it…I just didn’t know what box. So I systematically opened every box marked “kitchen”.

Thank goodness we took the time to label the boxes. If only I’d made a list of each item in each box. It would have made things a whole lot easier when I was making waffles. And yes, you read that right. I made waffles. In fact, despite winning the bet (I never have to cook again) I’ve been cooking every day. I made taco dinner one night, shrimp gumbo the next, followed by gourmet pizzas, chicken a la king, and tonight it was shrimp and grits. Although my husband did the cooking tonight…I baked. I made my first carrot cake and declared myself an official farm wife. My husband wondered out loud if being a farm wife hinged on the baking of cakes, to which I said, yes. Cakes are required.

It’s been a good week so far, and it’s not even half over.

Maybe that’s because my daughter drove up to visit. I’m trying to convince her to stay…I’ve missed having her around. I don’t know if she will, but the draw of baby chicks and carrot cake might turn the tide in my favor.

Crazier things have happened.

Like discovering the family of groundhogs living in our rickety old barn. I guess I’ll know who to bitch at when the weather turns cold at the end of the week. Shouldn’t that six more weeks of winter be over by now?

Until the next time…I’ll be eating carrot cake for breakfast!