I get really sick of the sound of chicks peeping.
I think I might scream if one more no-see-um bites my laboring arms during milking.
I want to lie down in the pasture and never get up again.
I really doubt the use in trying to get food out of the ground.
I want the cow to just eat what there is and be happy about it.
I don't want to read another book to anyone.
I want the dishes to wash themselves.
I want the grass to quit growing- at least around the house.
But, mostly, I live a most wonderful, awesome life. I never could have dreamed that most days are so full of beauty. Mostly, I'm getting better at remembering to have fun, playing catch, watching the children's gymnastics stunts, staying in the pasture and watching the clouds until the urge to move pushes me from the ground and back to the task at hand.