Some times we have temporary moments of insanity as parents. Our minds go blank and for some unknown reason all solid judgement flies away.
This past Monday night I let all 3 of my kids sleep in the barn the night before a cow show. That’s right a 7, 5 and 2 year old. In a barn. If you’ve ever thought I was a little nutty, here’s your verification.
This began with me nestling the wild tribe down about an hour before I actually figured they’d willingly drift off. Everyone’s cozy, quieting down and then the fitter shows up to work on heifers. The kids heifers. Whom they have pampered all summer. Not to mention they find this poor fella fitting amazing.Yea, that coziness lasted long…
Fast forward about a half hour. Emma’s eyes are closed. Still semi on track. BAM! Good news, on the first night of the fair there are fireworks (unknown tidbit I now know). Cows jerk back, kids fly up. Bye bye attempt number 2 at sleep… Not only did we watch fireworks from the barn, we buddied up with friends to watch the light show.
Finally shortly before 11 pm the tribe has all drifted to dream land. Henry’s on a cot, while Emma and Taylor opted for a few bales of hay.
But some breakfast lifted their spirits.
They got their booties in gear and had a great time showing! Poor Emma, her heifer decided to be a “rascal” as she called her. So if you catch it in the peewee class pictures, I’m well aware that’s not the big black heifer you’ve seen pictures of all summer.
We all made it! Some how, some way it went fairly smoothly. So smoothly the little goobers might convince me to it again next year 😉