Farm wife thoughts

*Composed over the morning milking. Thoughts reflected on here are not to be judged by my sleep deprived brain 😉

It’s 10:15 p.m. I am in bed. This is early for me, but the mornings I milk, I try to get to bed earlier, so the rest of the family doesn’t suffer too much from my grumpiness the next day 🙂 I set 2 alarms. One for 3:20,to make sure hubby gets his sleep deprived body out of bed. One for me at 3:45. The phone tells me I have 5 hrs. and 28 min. till I need to move. Now I may be weird, but I always do this thing like, “I’m only getting 5 1/2 hrs. of sleep, and I have to do this, this, and this tomorrow, and I am going to be so tired till evening!” I mean, I practically make myself tired thinking this way 🙂 I’m old enough to know that I function best on 6 to 7 hrs., but that’s not always possible, is it? 🙂

Suffice it to say, I didn’t need an alarm clock. It came in the form of a little girl, and the pitter patter of her feet across the floor, before she crawled into bed with me. And began scratching. She had started with what I thought was poison, but turned into a rash across her belly and back and face. And she felt miserable. So I believe that was around 2, and till I got her back to sleep, I was too awake to drift off into a good sleep.

Bet you can guess my thoughts when the alarm did go 😉 “I am so tired! I only had 4 hrs. of sleep! Why are we farmers?????!! Must I? 🙂

I stumbled into the kitchen, and checked my one drawer that had appeared to have visitors in it. I knew there was visitors because they left me some presents in the form of terds. Now mice in my kitchen makes me mad! So I had set a trap. I opened the drawer and almost slammed it shut, because there was a creepy body lying there. Score one for me!

I finished getting ready, and headed out the door. Dale looked as bleary eyed as me. Time to milk those blessed cows. Yay! 🙂

So I’m feeling a bit moody you know, because not enough sleep, you know 🙂 And thus was this rambling post born 🙂 By the way, something that helps me when I feel sour is to pray for other folks. Ones that have gone through tough times. Mothers that sit by hospital beds. Families that lost someone precious. Those with health issues. The list goes on. And I soon have a much better attitude, and a thankful spirit.

And the moral of this all over the place post. If you think you want to be a dairy farmer, STOP! Dig in those heels, and don’t give in to the temptation! I’m joking!! 🙂 The point here is, your attitude can make or break your day, That is all 🙂

 

 

2 thoughts on “Farm wife thoughts

  1. lol. I am in no way entertaining thoughts of being a farmer, I had my taste growing up on a farm and have no wish for it now. Sometimes Eric will says, “Hey lets put in chicken barns!” I think he does it just to see his wife throw a fit! 🙂
    The alarm thing made me laugh. I often check to see how many hours of sleep I’ll be getting. If it’s not enough I know good and well what the next day will be like. Hope you got to snooze a little in the afternoon.

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