Fort Knox

Well, where do I even begin…

Yesterday I got to the Atlanta airport at 6am, ready for my flight to NY to see my brother. Haven’t been on a trip without the kids for 5 1/2 years and I was so ready for it. Just as we were about to board they cancelled the boarding, a malfunction had appeared on the plane. After 10 1/2 hrs of waiting, the plane was still broken, the last few remaining flights for NY were still oversold and my First Class Boarding Pass was all wrinkled up. I walked out of the airport with tears in my eyes, I had really looked forward to this little getaway. But in my gut I felt that it was all happening for a reason, all of my efforts had been futile, they got me no where, maybe I wasn’t supposed to be on that flight. It was utterly disappointing though…

Before I had left the airport I learnt that my accommodation in New York had fallen through. Felt a bit better already about not making it there.

So I started my drive back to the mountains, stopping via the Atlanta Ikea. Now that was the redeeming factor of the entire trip 🙂

On the way home my hubby called that his bee sting from a few days ago had all of a sudden become very sore and his foot was swelling up. By the end of the day he was already immobilized, I sure was glad he wasn’t left alone with three kids in a new town. All of sudden I didn’t mind so much that I wasn’t in New York. Got home with some Benadryl and he soon started to feel better. We both fell asleep with a great storm hanging on top of the house.

In the morning the foot was still sore enough that he could only lump around. So I took it upon myself to go let the chicks put of their coop… Trallalaaa… I ran in the rain and thunder…. Opened up the coop….

The chicken were DEAD!!!!! Three were missing completely and only two remained, headless!!!!! What?!?!?!??!!!!!

Oh dear, I had to break the news to the kids.

Well, that is kind of what we expected country life to be like. These were the lessons that we wanted our children to learn, we wanted to bring them out of the cotton that we were raising then in. So I swallowed my own tears and broke the news. All day I have been explaining how God created the chickens as well as their predators, how He has been in control of the situation and allowed it to happen, but He also made sure that I was here with the family also. He allowed us to have this set back, loose some animals, feel some sadness, but most of all learn from it. Then to pick up our spirits and start again.

The kids and the hubby are now in the hardware store getting the equipment for making that chicken coop into the Fort Knox of all coops 😉

So all in all, I am so very thankful to God that I didn’t get to have my amazing Big Apple experience. I hope I get to have it some other time, this weekend I would much rather spend helping my husband heal his foot and comfort our children with their loss.

What a weekend…