That tired. So tired that the yawn splits your face and you forget to cover your mouth with your paw. 
So tired that you have to lie down to eat and you don’t care who sees. 
So tired that you don’t even talk to your friends anymore, you just all lay about under a tree and stare. 
So tired that even these guys cannot talk you into coming out to play.
So tired that in the middle of the day you could just cry. Not sad cry. Just Crying Tired.
So tired that I called it a day half way through the afternoon, left my tools where they lay, walked up the back steps and fed my tired body into the canvas swing chair on the verandah. I slid out of my gumboots, folded my legs up under my body, curled into the canvas sling, lay my head down and within seconds I was sound asleep like a baby, gently rocked by the breeze.
Good morning. You told me to give myself a little time off and you were right. I never sleep during the day. Of course I blame the Mothers Day champagne at lunchtime! But sometimes a body just needs extra care and rest. We need to listen to our bodies.
Today it is Monday. Which means seed sowing day. Many seeds are sown in succession so that we get continuous small crops. Today I will sow Beans and Beetroot. Also today I shall plant out the pickling cucumbers.
Once I have finished my usual chores the chook house is ready to clean out again. This is not a fun job. Nor is it a job to do on a windy hot day. But it is calm and cool again today. The chook house compost takes a while to break down so it needs to get into a heap of its own down the back. I have been throwing bags of autumn leaves, grass clippings and old straw into the chook house every day for the last week or so. The chickens do all the shredding and mixing for me. After the hen house is scooped out, and washed down, I will mix lime with water in a big bucket and whitewash the old inside walls with a mop to beat up on any bugs and lighten their room. Then they are all set for the summer. The chooks love this day as they are free in the fields all afternoon while I work. Usually they only get out in the evening.
Have a lovely day. Most of my day will be lovely!!!
celi
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64 responses to “My Mother called it Crying Tired”
Would you look at that yawn – cats know how to yawn and sleep best!
So pleased you listened to your body and had a well deserved snooze.
Have a happy day.
🙂 Mandy
Yes, definitely time for an afternoon nap 😉
I love naps but don’t take them often and I agree that it is so important to listen to your body. I’m happy you had a little snooze on Mother’s Day. It is your day after all. If I’m going to have a few chickens when we move to New Hampshire it sounds like I have a lot to learn. Maybe you should come vacation at our house for a long weekend next summer and help me get it figured out! 😉
Have a great day! ~ April
My family cooked a meal and made me sit. I ended up drinking a beer, chasing the baby and playing four-square with the boys. Remember four-square? An excellent Mother’s Day! Glad you got to rest. Sounds heavenly!
Hey Celi, just love any reference to your Mom. I feel like I’ve come to know your family from the wonderful stories you’ve told. Just a quick question about the chickens. Why do they only get out in the evenings? I’m wondering if they’ll go off and eat the newly planted corn and soybeans in the fields around you if they are let out during the day? Is that why? Oh, and cleaning the chook house is one of my least favorite things to do too! 🙂
It is more that they go into the vege gardens and decimate the young plants and their mulch in moments. There are at least thirty of them, they are quite The Mob!! c
i never sleep during the day either but sometimes you just really need one of those snoozes.
Same as Viv says; we’re in synch. I planted out my Danish asher (pickling cucs) plants yesterday. I put them in growbags where they’re apt to benefit from rain, assuming it still continues as it did in April. We’re away for a few weeks, so I’m hoping that Mother Nature helps me out a bit with the water. Time for me to stuff a tin of cider (tin opened!) up my chicken’s hole for a different version of your recipe. Have a good day! xx
And thanks for the reminder that it’s a cleaning day for me as well … plus make some oat bran breakfast muffins.
My mama called it, “Weary.” And the word was exhaled with a deep sigh.
Oh yes alice, weary is exactly the word! c
Just one of your regular days would put me solidly asleep at night, Celi, so I’m not surprised you needed a wee nap — if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have fallen asleep.
I’m glad for the Mother’s Day champagne and the subsequent nap! If I ever knew someone who deserved an occasional mid-day rest, it would have to be you, Celi! And with today’s “cleaning schedule” I think you will benefit from at least a little extra rest. My mom called it “bone weary” and although it doesn’t come over me very often, when it does, you’re right! Time to listen! Love the pictures of even the animals taking a bit of a day off 🙂 Debra
Dang, woman! You get so much out of so little. You are amazing. Seriously, when I grow up, I want to write like you! All joy. HF
You are a darling. My son said to me last night, so what are you writing about tomorrow, i said i am hangin it all on a yawning cat and afternoon nap.. all good he says!! morning HP.. c
Sounds like a wonderful siesta; tonic for the soul.
J
Yep…hit that wall myself. So did Terry. He and I took a NAP mid morning (around 8) then he laid down again around 1 and slept until 5…he said he feels lots better this morning.
This is plant pinto bean week in our area…he should start Wednesday or Thursday.
Have a lovely day!
Linda
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Hearing that you had a lie down made me feel rested. Your nap was well deserved and a pleasure to share with you!