I love living on our farm. There is always things to do..chores to be done, mouths to feed, gardens to tend, property to maintain..I never suffer from boredom. True, there are days that I am overwhelmed, exhausted, filthy, stressed, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Accept include more time. Time I would give solely to my boy. My days are so full, that when I crawl into bed at night, I realize that I hadn't spent as much time with him as I should have. Or wanted to.
But today I had to drive one of my daughters to write an exam an hour away, and while she was in her exam, me and the boy drove over to the lake where we had about an hour of kid time. He climbed monkey bars, skipped rocks in the lake, swung on the swings along the beach and walked barefoot in the lake.
But today I had to drive one of my daughters to write an exam an hour away, and while she was in her exam, me and the boy drove over to the lake where we had about an hour of kid time. He climbed monkey bars, skipped rocks in the lake, swung on the swings along the beach and walked barefoot in the lake.
But you know what? I think from now on, I'll ignore those weeds, let the grass grow a day longer, muck out manure later, put the laundry aside and instead call the boy outdoors to play.