Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Channeling my inner Laura Ingalls

As I handed over $200 for firewood it hit me.  Isn't this earth filled with trees that I could cut down and burn in my fireplace? Isn't there an abundance of this natural resource?  Why am I paying for wood!?  We bought a full 2 cords throughout this winter in the hopes of cutting down on that $600 a month oil bill.  (Environmentalists: don't go there, I know, I know about conservation, etc, etc, this is all in good fun)



Did Laura Ingalls and her family have to buy firewood?  No.  They probably built the Little House in Walnut Grove with wood they cut from trees on their land.  I want unlimited wood.  I want to be able to take an ax and go cut down some wood to heat my home.  Times were simpler.  Everyone was happy and had less expectations.  My days are filled with chaos, stress, exhaustion, and constant rushing.   If I was Caroline Ingalls I could just make sure the kids left to walk to school, start cooking biscuits and stew for dinner at like 3, clean a two room house with almost nothing in it, knit, and then maybe walk to the Olsen's for enough groceries to fit in a basket and pay with what I had just finished knitting.



But wait, cue the record skipping, I'd be dead.  Jaylen and I would have died during childbirth because they wouldn't have realized I had preeclampsia and he had almost no fluids left.  I wouldn't have been given the magnesium that saved my life.  And if for some reason we had lived, Xavi would have died when he was born.  He almost died in 2008 so imagine if he had been born in 1898?



And what about Autism?  Did they have that back then?  Or was it that whole, this kid must be insane let's ship him off to an asylum? Would I have let the doctor's convince me Jaylen was insane and needed to be institutionalized?







This probably wouldn't have been allowed either huh?



Oh well, I guess I will keep paying for wood.