Can you tell I’ve been feeling burned out lately? I haven’t blogged in a week! That’s practically unhealthy. I am usually one of those people who needs ten different projects going at once to feel happily busy. But the last couple weeks have felt heavy. Not burdensome, not hectic, not overbooked. Just heavy, that’s the only word I can come up with. I think I need a whole 24 hours away from the farm so that I can come back with renewed zeal.
This morning I awoke at my usual seven o’clock to roll out of bed and start morning chores, but instead of getting out of bed, I decided to go back to sleep. I just flipped onto my stomach, pulled the covers over my head so the light coming in the windows wouldn’t disturb me, and slept until nine. In that moment I didn’t really care that all the animals were still closed up. I just wanted to sleep in for once.
Of course, once I did wander outdoors with feed buckets in hand, everyone from fur to feathers was a little pissed off with me. Turns out the chickens and goats didn’t want to sleep in today.
I may be married and have someone to help out around the farm… theoretically, but that’s not really how it works on a day-to-day basis. Trevor is sweet enough to empty the rabbit dropping pans for me and occasionally close up the chicken coop at night, but otherwise I’m on my own. I make the rounds every morning and feed all the animals, let them out of their coops and sheds and into their pens. I milk the goat, do the bare minimum of house chores, work with Cami on her lessons, cook lunch and dinner from scratch, and then close all the animals back up into their respective houses and shacks. It’s kind of a lot. There’s no doubt that I pull my weight around here.
It isn’t just the animals, or the chores. I absolutely love my life and wouldn’t dream of changing it. But once you factor in slowly, slowly fixing up the house, clearing the garage, occasional foster care, starting a Girl Scouts troop, and teaching a ceramics class every two weeks, life tends to get heavy. And to top it all off, as I sit here typing, I can hear my cuckoo clock making funny sounds like it needs a new battery.
I can usually handle it all with ease, but let’s face it, I need a day-long vacation once in awhile. No complaints here… just looking to carve a day out of the calendar for myself.