Seeding is done. My husband is (finally) home.
I’m a city wife livin’ the part-time farming life. My husband has a full-time job, but he is also a part-time grain farmer. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law live on the home quarter. Our land is located an hour away from home.
It doesn’t seem that it’s that far, but when he’s in the field for 12-15 hour days, I tell him to just stay out there. It doesn’t make sense to waste the gas and time to come home for only a few hours of sleep. It’s not like you get much of a chance to catch up anyway.
Being big city born and raised, it took me quite a while (in fact, some days I think I’m still adjusting) to the farming lifestyle.
Your schedule is entirely based on the weather. For a Type-A planner like me, this concept is unfathomable.
This seeding season, we got quite a of rain. My husband was home more than usual, even it was just for 1-2 nights. I honestly think I was only the wife saying “Whohoo rain again! My husband’s coming home!“.
Until this year, I don’t think I realized how hard it is on me when he’s farming. I often travel for work, but my husband is always home. He also doesn’t have much time to talk when he’s in the field, but he honestly made a stronger effort to keep in touch this year.
Saturday night, we went to a fundraiser for my ball team. It that fun night I’ve been longing for. We laughed harder than we have in a long time. On the way home, I drunkenly mumbled on and on to my husband about how much I love him and appreciate having him in my life.
Yesterday, we spent the entire day on the couch watching Season 2 of Orange is the New Black. I was beyond happy to be home with him, doing nothing but cuddling with our fur-babies.
I haven’t gotten our records transferred from the old clinic to the new yet. I need my husband’s signature and I kept forgetting to get him to sign it. Tomorrow, I’m going to call and get it dealt with. Awkward but necessary.
We are ready to move forward.