If I had a dollar for every time someone told me “I don’t know how you do it all”, I wouldn’t have to go to work in the morning.
Ok, truth is I might be able to buy myself a decent dinner with the amount, but you hear things enough times and you kind of start to wonder what it is that you do so differently from others.
And then a comment on a Facebook post pointed out the glaringly obvious. I am a farm wife without a farm. I grew up watching my grandmother and my aunt take care of their men after they came in from the fields or the barn. The rule of thumb was food first, words second.
Farmers get hangry too.
I digress. This weekend is a perfect example. By seven am on Saturday, I had already put together quilt blocks for the boys’ quilts. Two blocks for each quilt, so six in total. To be fair, the small one woke up at the crack of dawn and my internet wasn’t working so it was either sew or watch Paw Patrol with him. And frankly, I’m all Paw Patrol’ed out. So tea, sewing machine and off to the races. I crawled back into bed for an hour power nap around 8:30. Got up, took the Early Riser to the Farmer’s Market to get yellow beans and dill. He charmed everyone we talked to because that’s what he does. I swear, its the big blue eyes and the one dimple in his cheek. I’m in so much trouble with that one.
We got home at noon, they had lunch. Then they settled in to make a marble run with dad, so I watched a movie on the couch and then sewed another quilt block for each of their quilts. So, another three. Total of nine quilt blocks. The early morning caught up to Boy #3 at about 3:30 when he fell asleep on the couch sitting up. I made dinner and we all ate. Cleaned up and then everyone went to bed because it was that kind of day.
Sunday another early wake up, though not as early as Saturday. Two more quilt blocks assembled and breakfast for the munchkins, breakfast for me. Mindless game on the phone while I had my tea. Then back to bed for another hour. Boys played, watched a movie. Got up, got everyone dressed and we headed out for the morning. More yellow beans were purchased, requiring a stop at the grocery store for jars and vinegar. Got home around noon, beans were prepped for pickling. I took Boy #1 to a friend’s for a play date, then home and was told to vacate my kitchen as there was some serious pickling happening. On to the treadmill for a run for me.
Once I cooled down, I decided to make muffins for the boys’ school lunches this week. Then it was time to make dinner. I didn’t sit down all Sunday afternoon. Helped Husband replace our shower fixtures while boys played for a while. Then bed for everyone.
And it’s this kind of weekend that makes me love the fall. Summer is wonderful because we literally do nothing during the week and go to the cottage on weekends. It gives everyone time to recharge the batteries. But Fall is when it all happens.
Which makes sense, I mean, fall is harvest season after all. So even without a farm, I have more than enough to keep me busy.