One of the few jobs I could help with, while pregnant and mothering a vivacious two-and-a-half-year-old was hauling hay out of the field and up to the hay shed. Hay hauling is pretty low impact so long as you keep a sharp eye out for holes or ditches in which you could sink a tire or two of the semi. The semi-seats are air ride which makes for fairly smooth work for the driver. The only thing wrong with the semi is that it is equipped with far too many buttons, knobs, and gadgets that a certain little child simply can’t keep her hands off.
Inevitably, though, hay hauling leads to napping in the sleeper of the semi. It’s a hot and long job and Miss Henley always succumbs to a nap on the pile of sleeping bags in the back.
I just wish our dog Bo hadn’t also taken a nap on those very same sleeping bags.