100 Days of Horses Cont.
December 23, 2016 | Posted by Melinda under Equine Endurance |
I had a different post scheduled for today, but it wasn’t fun and light-hearted, and the before the Christmas holiday I felt like I needed something else. MORE PONY PICTURES.
With the holiday obligations and a couple of big storms moving in, my 100 days of horses project has come to a screeching stop. :*(. This is very sad but temporary.
I swear.
Here’s what has happened since the last update. Days 14-21
Here’s the lessons I’ve learned since last time.
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I *can’t* go out to the barn every night. Even if it’s just a couple of minutes and the kid is in bed. After a couple of days I start getting “you are always at the stable.” Perception is not always reality but it’s still important. Designating a certain day of the week such as Fridays as Family time without a stable visit can go a long ways keeping the domestic tranquility index at a reasonable level.
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There is time to sneak in a stable visit and a short ride between Fig’s bedtime and mine. I never would have guessed if I hadn’t tried it.
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Sometimes creating a fun tradition is the solution to a repeating set of circumstances that aren’t ideal. Hence Tuesday PJs barn night. My husband isn’t available to watch Fig and unless I wanted to write off that day every week I had to be creative. So I’ve made Tuesday’s the night where Paige gets to interact with me and the horses. She goes to bed late we do fun stuff at the barn together.
Merry Christmas everyone. We buried my sister yesterday (her urn) and I’m in a melancholy mood. How ironic that the season that I could use the most pony time in is the hardest to make it happen. Here’s to hoping that I exit this weekend with a couple more 100 days of horses moments logged.
Thinking of you and your family today, Mel. Did Redgirl do red AND green for holidays? Or was she All Red All the Time? I’m sorry that I never got a chance to meet her and find out first-hand.
Also: Fig = adorable. Pretty sure you already knew that.
<3 to everywhere there from everyone here in the Swamp
All red. Unless something was “flammy,” her original word for something that was silky and luxurious. And then she could appreciate it in other colors.