I want to sit down and write up a fancy five on a Friday post with pretty pictures and helpful links but I just don’t have it in me today. All is fine overall, but we’re still adjusting to our fall schedule and while there are many aspects to it I really like, I haven’t yet found my rhythm for blogging (or grocery shopping or working out or being social). But it will come! …or I’ll just go through this fall season like a bull rider, barely holding on but screaming wahoooo, as I am determined to keep calm and savor.

In other news, I cried yesterday. Over chickens. Roosters to be specific. Yes, that’s plural. The chicks are 12 weeks old and David and I thought we heard an infantile attempt at a crow over the past week, which led me down a rabbit hole and long story short, I’m fairly certain two of our pullets are actually cockerels.

This is pretty darn sad for me because it means we can’t keep both Duck and Nugget. And David was right; we should have held off of naming them. We are waiting a few weeks to be certain, but then will go about finding good homes. Anyone in need of a sweet, beautiful rooster?

Hold up, hold up… I cried? Yes, yes I did. And as I was explaining it to David I tapped into some deeper psychological stuff like how the need to care for things is deep rooted in me. Call me a broody hen if we want to stick with chicken terms, but even though it tires me out at times, I’m hardwired to care for others. That’s why I love being a wife, a mom, a dog mom, etc. It’s why I probably would have kept having more babies for ever. I like to be needed.

I know I can’t fully take this on as my whole identity, and I’m working on that. By extending my need to care for others to dogs, chickens, and plants. Ha 😉 But I know successful mothering will mean my babies will grow, leave the nest, and thrive in their own lives. There’s proof of that development now as we get into the teen years and it’s both incredible to watch them become more confident and independent and bittersweet.

But back to the chickens. I’m attached. And knowing that two of the sweet chicks we’ve been cuddling and caring for and loving on will most likely be having to leave us makes me sad. So, tears. Please tell me you need a rooster.

Not the rooster. This is BFG, an Easter Egger that best stay a hen.

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Ok, chicken trauma successfully shared. What else is happening?

Weekend plans? Sure!

So today we have a neighborhood homeschool class on geology and a nature walk. Did we luck out with a great neighborhood or what? It also serves as social time for us moms, which is really nice. Tomorrow the girls have their first soccer games of the season which is great! But we have to split because they’re at the same time which is a bummer. Then we are whisking the kids away for the night to go to the Virginia Tech game, which should be a blast! And Sunday, well, I’m really hoping to do some food prep to better set me up for the next week.

How is your entry into September going? Smooth sailing or like the rodeo bull rider? Somewhere in between? Any deep phycological revelations of your own lately?