HELP!I’m talking and I can’t shut up!

I have a confession to make.

I talk to myself.

A lot.

Sometimes I even answer myself.

Sometimes during the day that is the only social interactions that I have.

Well, human social interactions that is.

My husband works out of town quite a bit. My children are in school most of the day and and all of my friends have full time jobs. My job during the day is taking care of our home and farm. So two way conversations don’t happen around here during the day.

Other than to myself.

I am not lonely. I just have a lot to say. It may be something as small and insignificant as how I noticed that my daffodils are blooming or something as big as the oven is broke and if anyone wants to eat around here we need to buy a new one.

I have many things that I am responsible for and if I don’t say things out loud I can’t keep myself straight. If anyone was listening to me they would surely think I was crazy!

But someone is listening.

Actually I do talk to someone other than myself that listens all day.

They just don’t respond.

I talk to the dogs, the cats,the chickens and the horses.

So really, I’m not just talking to myself. And I’m not crazy.

Right?

No, I’m not crazy, I’m just perfectly imperfect.

(There I go again)

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Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I have always wanted to start a blog. It is one of those things that I have never gotten to cross off of my list.

Until now.

I am a farm wife, a mama, a daughter, a sister and a friend. Blogger was not a title that I had time to add.I have children to care for and a farm to run. That is a lot of mouths to feed! I have a home to run and keep clean. I have errands to run and calls to make.

Start a blog???

Ain’t nobody got time for that!

The to do list never ends!

Until it has to.

About a month ago I had to have a fairly major surgery. So no heavy lifting or exerting myself for 6-8 weeks. So what does that mean for someone who isn’t used to stopping? Who is usually the one to take care of everyone and everything.

It is hard to accept.

To sit and watch what you normally do (your way) being done by someone else is hard to deal with. It is hard to accept help when you are the one usually helping. That being said, I am very grateful for all of the help that we have received. Our farm and home couldn’t have kept running without the help of our amazing family. The meals that they provided, the help on the farm and the help running the kids kept everything running like a well oiled machine. And I am very grateful.

But, that left a lot of time on my hands.

Time that I have had to slow down and reflect on my many blessings.

Time to think.

Time to rest.

Time to heal.

Time to start a blog.

So please follow me on this journey as I share how I simply live as a perfectly imperfect farm wife.

To learn more please visit the Introduction and About Me pages.

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