Singing Mary Poppins to goats!
October is Happy Train Month!!! For those of you are that are new to Space Girl Organics you can read about it here https://blog.cflorganics.com/get-on-the-happy-train/
Essentially, what Happy Train month is to me, is a way to overcome a month that has been historically very sad for me. My father took his own life October the 7th. I found out years ago that by redirecting my energy into helping others and spreading happiness to others it was a therapeutic way to get through a month that used to make me sad. A few years ago I decided to bring all of you in on the fun with me!!! So, I put little things in your produce boxes in an attempt to make you happy, and help you spread happiness to others!! Choooo Chooooo All aboard!
This year I am going to do a little something extra. I recently read an article that people are getting depressed by looking at facebook, perusing blogs and such because they feel like they have to compare themselves to others. Of course most people show the better side of themselves online so that can make the rest of us feel like we don’t measure up in comparison. Here’s the deal though. Behind all that awesomeness that we all have- We also all have a little bit of hot mess-ness behind the scenes. So, I figured I would share mine with you. Tell you some of the embarrassing, insane, hot mess things that I have done so that, at my expense, you can feel better about yourselves. Seriously, I take hot mess to entirely new level.
Singing Mary Poppins to a goat, in the dark with a pregnant lady.
One of my dear friends back home in Missouri, Janel, lives on a farm. She has about 20 acres with goats, cattle, chickens, donkeys, sheep, turkeys, peacocks and a few other assorted fowl and mammals. It is nearly impossible for her to step away from home for a few days because someone has to take care of her brood while she is gone. One year, I offered. I mean, how hard could it be? I am a farm girl from way back. I know how to milk goats and collect eggs. I got this!
Um, ha hahahahaha. Jokes on me.
Evening, Day One: Show up to the farm at night ready to milk the goats and take care of the rest of the animals. Pull up and it’s dark. Not normal city dark but still darkness that seeps right to my bones. I am deathly afraid of the dark. It’s a phobia. You know the kind of fear that you see doctors about and they just shake their head and go, “Can’t help you.” That kind of fear.
Knowing that it is impossible for me to get out of the car because I am so afraid but that I have to take care of these animals I call my friend Jenn in the city. She agrees to come stand with me and help me through this. I go and pick her up. She is 9 months pregnant at the time and has horrible allergies.
We get back to the farm go inside the barn with the chickens and the goats and get the first goat ready to milk. It’s total mayhem. The chickens are being crazy flying around as though laughing hysterically. Jenn is sneezing wildly and the goats are being totally ornery. Janel doesn’t separate the baby goats from their mamas until they are ready which means I had the mama goat and the baby goats all with me hanging out while I was trying to milk the mama. So there I am trying to milk this goat and the baby goats are jumping around wildly like little two year olds trying to enjoy the show. Mama goat is not chillin. Nope, she is being nice to me but keeps stepping in the milk pail. What am I to do?
Me: Well, we need to get these animals to chill. Go all zen, so I can milk.
Jenn: Any ideas?
Me: Well, when Fiona gets a little wiggly when I am trying to nurse, I sing to her. So, maybe that will work.
Jenn: Ok, what songs do you know?
Me: Um… Baptist hymns of my youth, Johnny Cash, and Mary Poppins. You know any of those?
Jenn: Mary Poppins.
In Unison: Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down… the medicine go down.
It helped. Weirdly enough. The animals started to calm down, I got the goats milked, the chickens sorted and lived to help another day. On the way to take Jenn home:
Me: I am thinking we should just pretend like this didn’t just happen.
Go ahead embrace your inner hot mess. At least you aren’t singing Mary Poppins to goats in the dark!