Pureed Bacon

Yep. You read that right. We went to see MIL today and brought her dog to visit. SIL fried up some bacon and pureed it for her since she like bacon. I gave her a bite and she didn't care for it. Oh, well. She did take in some water, though.

Although she looks better, looks more alert, her input and output is not that great. She doesn't have long. At this point, if she wants a diet of ice-cream and soda, have at it. It's not like we have to worry about diabetes or heart attacks anymore. She has two months at best.

For dinner tonight, I made baked spaghetti and cheese. The cheese sauce was pretty good even though it was made with whole wheat flour instead of corn flour. Bethany had three or four bowls. Hannah had two bowls. Charlie had two or three bowls. I guess they liked it.

Since we are going to see MIL tomorrow after church, I am planning on baking some quick bread to take with us. I just need to find my quick bread recipe for the bulk mix. I am also going to have to put the crockpot on a timer. Or maybe I will make granola and put it on a timer. Never mind. No butter. Quick bread it is. I have some canned peaches and apples. Apple bread sounds better than peach bread.

Flora is still pregnant and I am getting impatient. I am tired of waiting. She better kid soon or I am going to dive in and pull the kids out. OK, not really. But still. It is getting aggravating going out there and seeing nothing.

I spent an hour and a half on the phone talking with a friend of mine and I gotta say that it is nice talking with someone and being able to say (or hear them say) "Yep, my child has done that." She is an amazing woman. She has been through a LOT and has kept things (and herself) together.

I am barely holding it together and I have three healthy children, a devoted husband, and a functioning farm. I am just now treading water. The only thing going on right now is my MIL is dying. That's it. With the way I've been feeling overwhelmed, you'd thing there was something much more dramatic. My children are over the pneumonia and have discovered new ways to get in trouble.

Oh, well. Each of us have our thing and our own way of dealing. Mine is by griping and moaning here.