I have a confession to make. I am a horrible farm wife.
I’m not the best cook, I take fast food to the guys working out in the fields.
I’m not the best house keeper, I keep a clean organized home but it would never pass the white glove inspection like my moms.
I’m never caught up on laundry, I quit matching socks several years ago. Ironing is out of the question. Yes, I will wash a load twice if I forget to put it in the dryer.
I rely heavily on my dish washer, I will wash things twice if they don’t get clean the first time instead of hand washing them.
I don’t bake pies very often, I have never made homemade bread & I have never learned how to can.
I struggle to keep up with the “picture perfect lawn”. Who makes their yard an acre anyhow?!
My “garden” has five things in it, weeds is one of my biggest crops.
I sometimes forget to pick up the eggs each morning.
I’m not the best book-keeper, I am currently two months behind putting my paper records into QuickBooks.
I am not one of those women that milks the cows every milking. Most likely never will be one of those women.
Sometimes I run to town for errands & forget the most important thing. Ok, that happens more often than I would like to admit.
Most days I am just thankful to make it to the end of the day with three kids that are fed, bathed, healthy & happy.
I do however stay up almost every night & wait for my farmer to come in from chores.
So there you have it. I am a horrible farm wife. I do strive every day to be better than I was the day before.
So why am I sharing this? I think more often than not we feel like we have to do it all or we are constantly failing. We are constantly comparing ourselves with others. But the older I get, the more I realize. A messy house, mismatched socks, pulling an all nighter to catch up book work or hiring someone to help out on the farm is perfectly OK. Making sure my husband & children are loved in the midst of the chaos is sometimes the only thing I can do right.
And that is perfectly OK.