It's been one of those weeks - Mooch is fighting off a hacking cough that just won't get away, then I got a weird flu bug yesterday, and now - horror of horrors - the Mister is sick too. NOT THE MAN FLU!! Baby Jesus, why do you torture me so?? Our house looks like an episode of Hoarders. I despise clutter, I love to throw things away. I've been fighting the urge to just wrap up everything in my sight in a trash bag and toss it. And have I mentioned our house is teeeeeny tiny? So you cannot escape the clutter? Ugh.
So I had a minor breakdown while trying to figure out how to unpack Christmas decorations in a house that's already over full. And, being the adult that I am, I decided that me, the chickens and the dog, should just run away.
So we did. To our favorite park with a huge expanse of hiking trails around it.
|Three girls, a dog, and a dream.|
|Butterbean was very adamant that we try the path less traveled. Very Robert Frost-y, that one.|
|This was a pond we kept seeing signs for but couldn't find, until Mooch hiked up a hill and spotted it. This kid is kick-ass.|
|There is an optical illusion here that makes it look like my dog is off the leash. I would never do that ... ahem.|
|My sweet babies.|
|Can we hike it?|
|Yes we can! (Thankfully, no head injuries ensued)|
|Butterbean was very concerned that people had hurt this tree. She hugged it for a good long while. It starts early.|
|She also claimed this rock.|
|Faerie - or possibly rabid raccoon - house. Let's go with faerie.|
|Did you notice her wrist bands and necklace? She cracks me up.|
|Butterbean gave an impromptu performance on the stage on the way out. Mooch sang "Sea of Heartbreak" while she danced. Mama was at peace.|