The life of a farmer never stops.
This week is a vacation for me, vacation from being a farmer I say.
But every good vacation starts with a working day, right?
We needed to leave our house by 4 A.M. to get me to the airport for my flight that left at 6 A.M.
But, first we have to plan our “trip to town”
These are words I never realized how often I utter. A big adjustment for me when I became a farm wife was that whole living 20 minutes from McDonald’s double cheeseburgers, the Wal-Mart superstore, and of course the gas station. (And there are ranching women out there that live more like an hour from the nearest grocery store…WOW)
Those were just a few of the things I took advantage of having right at my fingertips before I became a farm wife, before I traded in my high heels and walking a block to my favorite restaurant, for a pair of muck boots and living on the land
Now, when I go to town I plan for over a week- making separate lists for each store, piling returns, donation items, and library books all into bags. That’s just our personal list.
I also sometimes have parts that need to be picked up for the farm and don’t forget about more of the essentials- Mountain Dew and Diet Coke.
It’s a process.
So, this morning we we’re going into the bigger city. Which means a bigger list. Which on that list includes a semi truck and trailer, a pick up truck and trailer, lots of things that need fixed, and a truck full of suitcases.
Working on about 3 hours of sleep (and hubby working on about 2) we did lots of things before we even had breakfast.
Checked the cows at 2 AM.
Loaded supplies and suitcases.
Worked on getting a semi truck started
Dropped the semi truck and trailer off to get fixed.
Then, my husband quickly drops me off at the airport where I proceed to eat quickly before catching my flight…and I literally pass out cold on the plane from exhaustion.
The life of a farmer never stops. Even though you may have to drop your wife at the airport, you still plan that trip to get all the essentials that you may not be able to get locally.
That means getting up earlier, planning more accordingly, and making it happen.
Even though I am on vacation I still spent some time today reading the top agriculture stories of the day, checking out the price of the cattle market, and of course blogging away.
The life of a farmer never stops.
Anonymous says
Oh my God. This made me cry, that is how you know I am the farmer and not the farmer’s wife I guess. My husband works in the city and I keep the farm going. Thank you for having a farm and writing about it because sometimes the exhaustion and, dare I say, boredom are unbearable. Knowing somebody else female is out there doing it means I am not either crazy or weak!
SDFarmWife says
I am so glad you enjoyed it…I know exactly how you are feeling too! Us females stick together! ๐