Time to hop up and get back to work. No time to be tardy on the invoices this month, either. Mother s Day arrived, but while most moms were waking up to breakfast in bed, I was hauling poles and barrels, and loading calves and goats. The junior rodeo was great. We ran ourselves ragged all day long, dragging goats, hammering stakes, picking up hats, working gates, loading cattle, you name it.
Work can be so wonderful.
And while we were at it, we played, too. We had a three-legged sack race during the lunch break, and we all laughed and got muddy when we wrecked in the freshly watered arena. Throughout the day, the rodeo grounds were covered with happy, horseback kids, and their worn-out parents. I realized I hadn t yet eaten except for a couple bites of Katie Jones 15th birthday cake at the rodeo. No Mother s Day breakfast, brunch or lunch.