Balance. It’s a tricky word. Any mother can relate to this. If you work outside of the house or stay home to tend to little ones and the house, there’s always something to do. I think this is only amplified when you toss a farm in to the mix. Some days it feels like the job(s) never done.
Not only do I have to make sure my kids are eating decent meals, I have to make sure the calves are eating well too. Some days after making sure the cows needs are met we eat pizza or burgers because cooking for humans is beyond my energy level that day. It happens.
There are five of us who live in our house, if that’s not enough one happens to be a toddler that I’m fairly positive is a dirt magnet. In the winter laundry piles up from everyone layering to keep warm. Summer time is not much better with sweaty barn clothes. To top this whole mess off our washer and dryer sit in our kitchen. I would like to meet the genius who thought of this idea… A pile of laundry constantly sits there nagging to be done.
After being washed and dried the laundry needs to at least be sorted to its respected owner. We each have our own baskets for clean laundry (generally piled high) with one communal basket for socks. These socks aren’t matched. Most days everyone just grabs two their size then goes on with their morning. It might not be the best method, but we get everyone dressed and out the door most days.
Days on the farm can be long. It feels like there are more minutes spent negotiating with a toddler to be patient while I finish up than reading to him. My preschooler has followed me around enough I’m pretty sure he knows how to vaccinate milk calves by himself and my kindergartner may or may not have read a bull proof before for reading homework. Magically at the end of the day I still have a mental to do list at the farm about 3 miles long.
I have decided there is no catching up. Balance is a word I may never know the definition of. I may forever be destined to be the crazy lady running in circles. I have no cutesy blog post about organization and home skills (don’t laugh at that notion those who know me!). Currently my biggest skill I’m trying to achieve is how to better wrangle a pre schooler and kindergartner to the car while carrying a thrashing toddler and trying not to spill my blessed coffee.
Life happens. The earth doesn’t stop turning because you aren’t perfect at meshing together motherhood and life. Our kids will all turn out fine and the cows will be standing at the parlor door every eight hours to be milked regardless of if you feel you have your sanity or not. And most days my kids socks won’t match. But in the big picture it will all be ok.