08/21/2026
’Twas the night before fair,
And the barn was a war zone disguised as “prepared.”
The goats had been scrubbed, the kids were fed,
And approximately twelve things were still running through my head.
The show clothes were ironed and hung on the door,
While wood chips and hay somehow covered the floor.
The trailer was packed with each show-day necessity,
Though somehow we still lacked all basic capacity. 😭
Grain bags were stacked, and the snack totes were filled,
Because hungry show kids are absolutely unhinged.
“Did you pack the leg shampoo?” “Yep, it’s in the truck.”
“Clippers?” “Yep.” “Show boxes?” “Yep.” “Okay, we’re in luck!”
Then someone yelled, “MOM! I CAN’T FIND MY SHOES!”
And just like that, we discovered more news.
The blankets were packed, the tablets were too,
The chairs and the cooler were loaded up through.
The list had been checked, then checked once again,
But somehow I still felt like we’d forgotten ten. 😂
The kids were half-dressed and begging for bed,
While visions of fair food danced in their heads.
Then came, “MOM! I NEED A DRINK!” from down the hall,
Because apparently bedtime means needing it all. 😂
I packed one more Pepsi and stared at the clock,
Wondering why fair starts at an ungodly o’clock.
The alarm was set for an hour before dawn,
Which feels deeply offensive when sleep is already gone.
We finally collapsed, exhausted but proud,
Somehow surviving the pre-fair chaos allowed.
But somehow we’ll make it. We always pull through,
With tired little faces and show goats in tow.
So here’s to the chaos, the memories, and cheer
The ribbons, the sweat, and our favorite time of year.
Happy Fair Week to all, and to all a good night!
…unless you’re a fair mom.
Then good luck. You’re gonna need it. 😂🐐🎡
