We’ve all been there, the family ship is cruising along, life is good – and then the mom goes down. What had been smooth sailing is suddenly rudderless chaos.

And when that mom also answers to the titles of daughter and grandma the ship doesn’t just flounder, it crashes in fantastic Titanic form. It sinks in a way that ripples across the generations and pulls in an army of helpers to do what one woman’s right arm used to accomplish all on it’s own.

But my mom and her army are getting things done.

Nobody is exempt from the draft in this army!

“Who says a one-armed grandma and a five year old can’t pick rocks?”

Ummm… Sorry mom.

Nobody says that.

Nobody would have even thought to challenge a lady who had recently broken her humerus so high up as to be considered part of her shoulder, to a rock picking contest, with or without a five year old.

But if they had, you guys totally would have won.

The rocks have been picked, the baby chicks have arrived and the garden is planted…but the sheep are coming.

So, if my posts are a bit spotty, please forgive me, I’m part of the army that’s saving the Titanic.