Friday, 9 March 2012

Why Was the Mother Not Missed?






The mother is  proclaimed to be the heart of thefamily, especially a stay at home mother with a crew of kids, who also helps with a hobby farm. So tell me, why was I not missed after spending three hours locked in the chicken coop?

 This is a funny story in hindsight. However, at the time I was slightly upset because my self- image was battered  because no one even noticed that I wasn't in the house. Now granted, by this time all the kids attended school but still...You must first understand that even if this was a subconscious belief, I behaved as if  I was THE most important member of the family. It took a drastic experience to shake me out of my arrogance.

Ten years ago on a very cold winter day, I decided to accompany my husband to the barn. I bundled up in Michael's extra set of warm boots and coat. Since I am a size 2  in women's clothing and he is  an X-Large in men's sizes, I looked quite comical trudging after him to the barn. We divided up the chores and rushed to finish them as quickly as possible because the wind was fierce. My last task was to water , feed  and gather eggs from our laying hens. Michael passed in the bucket of water  that he had hauled for me and then left me so he could complete his own chores in the large attached barn. A few minutes later, out of sheer habit ,he silently locked the door to the chicken coop  and proceded to  ploughed through the heavy snow and into our warm house.

 I was lingering with the chickens, scatterering extra corn and garain to help the chickens keep warm .There was no wind in there in the coup but it was cold. When I attempted to leave, the door was locked. I yelled for my husband but he was long gone and the house was too far away for him to hear me. The coop is old fashioned and sturdy, built with thick, rough planks, so I could not figure out how to escape. Soon I began to stamp my feet in a vain attempt to generate a little heat. The chickens were upset, flapping about and squawking because I had intruded into their little haven. However, after the first hour, they ignored me and let me stomp around in my little circle.  As I became even more chilled, I stuck my whole head down into Michael's huge coat like a turtle hiding in her shell. My breath  started to warm up my body. I  must have looked like some strange headless man. 

It was extremely boring  in that coop, so I sang songs, much to the chickens' displeasure. I  did experience one flash of hope when I heard my oldest son drive up in his truck for lunch and  then leave again; why he didn't hear my yelling or wonder why I wasn't around to make and eat lunch with his dad and him, still puzzles me.

Just as I was starting to despair, Michael flung the door open and asked, "What on earth are you doing out here?" I poked my head out from inside his coat and said, "I didn't choose to hang out with the chickens, you know; YOU LOCKED ME IN HERE!" Michael had been so absorbed in his work that he really did not noticed  that I wasn't in our large farm house. As for lunch, he figured that I was taking a nap before the mob rushed through the door. Guess what? The house did not fall apart without me and I wasn't even missed till Michael answered a phone call for me. That put familylife into perspective all right.

2 comments:

  1. OMG you poor thing! Thank goodness someone called when they did. Give it another two hourse and for sure the house would have fallen apart! xox

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    1. I think you are correct; that's when the kids would have swarmed the house after school.

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