Yesterday was one of those mornings when everything took about 10 times longer than it should.
You know, you’re just about ready to get out the door for church when one child starts whining that his shoes hurt, you’re pretty sure he’s just being difficult, but you oblige with a different pair. Those don’t work either. Meanwhile another child refuses to wear his socks. The diaper bag falls over, spilling its contents.
Fine! Back to the original shoes, no more whining. Get the socks on! At which time you smell someone’s diaper. You change the diaper, get everyone in the car. You’re about 20 minutes late for church.
Then on the way out of church, you experience miscommunication with your spouse as to the location and collection of items (diaper bag, baby’s shoes, bible and notebooks) and perhaps a child. Several back tracking trips, and one cell phone call later, you’re back in the car, with all children and about 90% of the belongings you started with. Close enough.
You get home, feed the children, begin to get them down for naps. You’re tired. You’re a little hungry and a bit grumpy. A nap would be so nice. So naturally you decide, why not can some peaches!?!
Why do you choose this? I don’t know, we’ll go with temporary insanity.
In all seriousness, we bought the peaches yesterday at the farmer’s market, and we really had to can them today. So, we did!
I’m often asked why I would take on such tasks as canning. They take time, lots of time. You could just buy canned peaches in the store. Is it really that much cheaper? Healthier?
Yes! And its easier to decide to do, because Mr. Ringmaster is willing to help! He took over the cutting/peeling halfway through, and did most of the clean-up. So, it really wasn’t too bad at all. Its rather nice to do projects like that together. Even if they are punctured with “DADDY! DADDY!” or “Mommy, I want…..” or “Can somebody WIPE ME!!??” every 30 seconds.
I only had a peck (minus those used in peach cobbler) to do. Start to finish it was about 2 hours.