It doesn’t take too long to become overwhelmed when you are trying to take care of an infant, keep up family commitments, run a fledgling farm, working off the farm, volunteering for your local first responders, catch up on overdue required trainings for the first responder certification, become more involved in the farmers market, etc. Such was the case for the past couple of weeks, hence the absence of blog posts.
While I share many of the trials and tribulations of the happenings on the farm, there is so much more that goes on in our lives that I don’t share. All of us have family politics, money issues, relationship problems, and other general happenings of life which no one needs to know about. Life managed to get the best of me over the past couple of weeks. In between a family visit to CT and trying to keep up with all that goes on here, I landed myself in the hospital. My body didn’t do so well carrying little man and I have yet to fully recover. Pushing myself too hard for too long without sufficient sleep elicited a bout of stomach upset, chest pain, difficulty breathing and lightheadedness. Thankfully it was just an exacerbation of my normal; there was nothing new wrong with me.
Barely recovered, I traveled the six hours back north with little man, appreciating every single degree drop in dew point and temperature, as the farm grew ever closer. We took a week off from farmers market as DH and I discussed our abilities to continue developing the farm and my working only part time. That was one of the smartest things we have done all summer. The stresses of ensuring there was food on the table and diapers for the little man had taken its toll. I was moving through the day in a robotic fashion completing the required tasks; I wasn’t living or experiencing all the beauty around me, relishing in the bounty of the garden or enjoying the lightning bugs anymore.
Taking the week off from the market and spending a full, uninterrupted day at the farm was what the doctor ordered. The three-hour nap on Saturday helped too. Evening found us at the lake; DH, little man, my stepdaughter and I played together in the water then visited for a while with my aunt and uncle. Sunday was spent at the local agricultural fair, which included my stepdaughter winning the pedal powered tractor pull in her age group. Sick pigs, sick rabbits, household pets who have fleas, vehicle and equipment failures have all been weighing heavy on my mind. What this weekend reminded me was that it will still be there when I get back – remember to take some time for you.
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