Accidental Rebels

I messed up.  I dropped the ball, but it was bound to happen.  I missed the deadline for my kids to submit 4H projects at the county fair.  I’ve actually known that for awhile, but had a hard time breaking it to all of them.  I actually totally forgot about the county fair as it never made it to the calendar, and as we all know, if it’s not on the calendar, it doesn’t exist.  

Turns out it starts tomorrow. 

I felt so bad.  I could barely tell Silje that her unfinished projects wouldn’t make it.  I had to tell myself it’s to late to submit things myself.  Well, I don’t know that for sure, but I know the fair opens tomorrow and I have nothing ready, and no time to drop anything off.  Silje and I were both disappointed.  I told her, “this is why I don’t have you in dance and have parties all the time and 30 different animals around here.  All the stuff we want to do takes some juggling, and I just can’t juggle it all”. She got that.  She actually handled it really well.  

I was really nervous about telling Knut, the big proponent in our family of 4H and major fair-goer.  His response: “O thank goodness.  Does this mean we can skip the fair this year?  With the wedding (his brother’s wedding is less than 2 weeks away now) and the brothers trying to all get together, and our friends moving away, and getting the bookshelves done, and getting the bathroom painted.  Plus the kids have sports camp at night this week, and I don’t even know when we could go!  We just have a lot going on!  Please say we don’t even have to go!  ‘Cause that would be awesome!  It will save us over $100 in rides alone!”

So he took it well.

We’re skipping the fair this year, and breaking some pretty serious unspoken farming rules, I think.  Just call us the rebels.  

Well, more like the accidental rebels.  

We totally forgot about the town parade earlier this summer too.  I know…the kids missed out on buckets of cheap candy.

There’s always next year to be good country people.