The Happyish Homestead

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Apparently, I’m highly motivated by guilt,

and a delusion that I’m more popular and interesting than I really am.

I received this from my sister the other day:

“So I have been stalking your blog about a week now because my life is so mundane that I have to derive entertainment out of your daily activities. And do you know how disappointing it is to see that the occurrence of new updates have been far and few in between. I know you have a busy life with like 6 kids...just joking, 5 kids...and a husband, but come on. Please just update like every other day - I don' think that is too much to ask.
Your loving sister”

So, here I am.

Writing a blog post.

For a sister.

Who could call.




The past few weeks have been a KHP {Katie Humbling Project}.

I was getting super kind of tired of the endless:

floors to sweep,

dishes to wash,

meals to prepare,

kids to bathe,

chickens to feed,

phone calls to make,

toys to pick up,

books to read,

furniture to dust,

beds to make,

laundry to sort, wash, and then fold,

diapers to change,

arguments to resolve,

Elizabeth informing me my rolls weren’t homemade because I had used the bread machine to make the dough,

{Are you kidding me right now?  I went out, into my backyard, to the chicken coop, that Bryce and I built, with our bare hands, and got a free-range egg, from a chicken I raised in my kitchen, ohmygoodness: white, hot, fury.}

and groceries to purchase….you get the idea.

I’m sure we all have days, weeks, months, or moments that are like that.

{Where is the pomp and circumstance, I ask you?}

In conclusion, I was feeling pretty bad for myself.

And then I got sick.

Really sick.

Like crying at the dinner table sick.

Super awkward.

For a good couple of days.


I’m all better.

{Thanks for asking.}

And it turns out, my life doesn’t stink.

Not one little bit.

Nothing like being at death’s door to remind me of that.

{Which sounds like an exaggeration, but let me assure you, I NEVER exaggerate.}

Plus, I’m pretty sure while Bryce was playing Mr. Mom, it was brought to his remembrance how awesome I am.




  1. You are awesome and may I remind you (especially where I am not in the range to slap) that these are the best days of your life. Yeah, I know you really hate to hear that because I heard that from someone when I was at your stage in life. I don't remember what was going on but all three boys were not being charming that day when I heard that comment, I remember thinking, "boy, I sure hope you are wrong, lady!" (She wasn't)...I'd give anything to zap them back for a few hours (hey, I'm not stupid...I wouldn't want to live it all over again...well, maybe the best days).

    Don't forget, you do have friends who can swoop in occasionally so you can have some Katie time. I would be more than happy to help so call. I promise if it isn't a good day I would tell you.

    Elizabeth will one day be a best friend...but, probably not for a few years though...however, you can look forward to hearing things like "however did you do it, Mom?"...appreciation will creep in. Not only that soon she will be old enough to handle the "homemade" tasks...right?!
    love ya, Miz Bell

  2. Finally, I talk to you all of the time, but your blogs are just entertaining. I've been waiting also, but didn't dare say anything.

  3. Send Elizabeth to my house for a week. She will quickly realize how wonderfully homemade her life is.

  4. Send Elizabeth to my house for a week. She will quickly realize how wonderfully homemade her life is.


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