So, you may have noticed that Snarky Sprout has been a little\u2026silent. Like, “Did she get eaten by a rogue raccoon?” silent. But no, I\u2019m still here, just buried under a mountain of life, chaos, and probably a load of laundry that\u2019s been \u201cair drying\u201d for three weeks and starting to mold. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life on the homestead has been an absolute circus, but instead of trained acrobats and well-timed pyrotechnics, it\u2019s mostly been unexpected problems, broken farm equipment, and an ever-growing to-do list that just sneers at me from across the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let\u2019s do a quick rundown of why I fell off the face of the internet:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
First, my favorite chicken died, well, rooster. Now, if you\u2019re not a farm person, you might not get it, but there are chickens<\/em> and then there are CHICKENS<\/strong>\u2014the ones with personality, sass, and an almost disturbing understanding of human emotions. Mine was the latter, and losing him felt like losing a tiny, feathered best friend who also happened to protect my breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, because apparently, grief likes to pile on like a bad soap opera plot twist, one of my best farm cats decided to check out too. There\u2019s nothing quite like ugly crying while digging a hole in frozen ground to remind you that winter on the homestead is just one long, cruel joke. The kids are sad, I am sad, and some days there’s just not enough Kleenex. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh, but wait\u2014there\u2019s more! The car broke down, because of course it did. The electric fireplace up and quit, because why would it not in -24F weather? Some inconsiderate asshole used our rental property as an ashtray- I get to go remodel that, AGAIN (can’t wait); and the kids have been sick in an endless, hellish rotation of snot, fevers, and tissues that somehow end up everywhere except<\/strong> the trash can. At one point, I walked into my kitchen, looked at the disaster, and seriously considered just setting it on fire and starting over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So yeah, life went sideways for a while, and I did what any rational human does\u2014I ghosted the internet, buried myself in caffeine, and stress-baked an obscene number of cookies and ate a few pans of brownies. But I miss this blog, I miss the chaos-sharing, and I miss all of you wonderful, slightly unhinged people who also think chickens are the best therapists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So, consider this my grand return. The farm is still a mess, my life is still ridiculous, and I\u2019m still probably one bad day away from panic-buying a herd of alpacas or at the very least, one miniature fuzzy cow. But hey, let\u2019s embrace the chaos together, shall we?<\/p>\n\n\n\n How have you all been? What\u2019s the latest ridiculous thing to happen on your homestead? Or, if you\u2019re lucky enough to not live in the sticks, tell me something that\u2019s gone completely off the rails in your life lately. Misery loves company.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Overwhelmed? Same. So, you may have noticed that Snarky Sprout has been a little\u2026silent. Like, “Did she get eaten by a rogue raccoon?” silent. But no, I\u2019m still here, just buried under a mountain of life, chaos, and probably a load of laundry that\u2019s been \u201cair drying\u201d for three weeks and starting to mold. Life […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nThe Homestead Hits Keep Coming<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
Trying to Get Back on the Horse (Or at Least a Very Stubborn Goat)<\/h3>\n\n\n\n