I’d like to say that craziness is only an occasional visitor at our house, but it seems to be here for an extended visit.

For once I was running on schedule this morning as I prepared lunches and breakfast. A phone call from a concerned ward member passing by on their way to work quickly changed that. It seems they had seen large black birds circling and flying at two lambs and wanted to let me know. My first thought–the one I should have stayed with–was that the birds were attracted to a dead lamb that would be difficult to see from a moving car. But I couldn’t ignore the situation if it was really what it appeared to my neighbor, so I rounded up my three oldest children and sent them out on bikes to bring the lambs back to the herd. Thirty minutes later (when everyone should be leaving for school) I got in the car to go find my children. I met them at the gate on the bridge where they told me what I already suspected. So I drove back home, threw breakfast in the car with my oldest and two preschoolers in an attempt to catch the bus, which we missed by thirty seconds. (It followed us all the way to her school in the next town over.) Meanwhile my other children ate breakfast at home and miraculously caught their bus to school. Upon returning home, I plopped my preschoolers at the kitchen counter to finish breakfast where my two year old began eating raspberry jam out of the jar. I guess it tasted better than cold scrambled eggs.