Chapter 21 - Idiots
Abigail's POV
"Ugh," As I sat up in my bed I let out a groan. It had been a stressful two weeks and recent events hadn't made it any easier.
I had been wholly unprepared for anyone to visit and hadn't had anything set up for guests. We barely had enough time to move a table and chairs into the cabin for a place to talk.
This entire tutorial was pushing my boundaries and I couldn't handle all the stress. Coming up with things for Anna and Josh to do, making plans and keeping track of everyone in the family, making sure we had enough food for dinner, and everything else.
It was an extremely stressful time and it was bordering on being worse than when I finished my nursing degree. That had been a whirlwind of studying for finals while working to pay for college with the added benefit of internships to pad my resume.
The only good thing going for me so far was I wasn't in charge of making the decisions. Granddad had stepped up and took care of most decision-making and had people decide where the executive approach wouldn't work. Then it would be up to me to plan it out.
Who would forage for food, who would scout the forest, who would work on building shelter, and who was in charge of cooking. I swear the next person to ask me for anything better have a damn good reason.
I had to wake up earlier than most to make sure that breakfast was being prepared, and if it wasn't, either prepare it myself or wake up the person who was supposed to be doing it.
I did my best to exit the tent silently without waking Jonathan or the kids but the close proximity made it difficult. I made it out without waking any of them, fortunately, and was relieved to find Sam and Ashley up already working on breakfast.
It gave me one less thing to deal with and let me focus toward the plans for the day. Labor schedules were easier now than in the beginning because most everyone was working on the trench with only a few people doing something else. Kyle mainly was out in the woods searching for plants to add to our diet while one or two others scouted.
We had sent scouts out every day and nothing changed but Granddad was adamant about doing it, so it was done. I thought it would be better to use the manpower elsewhere but he disagreed. The scouts were keeping track of the bear in the woods along with noting anything else that changed.
Lately, they had said there had been a decline in the amount of boars near the camp and a scout found a body of one that had been picked at by different animals. I had a sneaking suspicion about whose fault that was but I didn't say anything.