For some reason, I thought when my girls started school this fall our lives would slow down. They have not slowed down. Our time has simply filled up with new things. Take my Thursday, for instance.
5:40 Alarm goes off to feed. Naturally (and consistently), I turn off the alarm on my phone THREE times before jerking my head off the pillow in a panic, realizing I need to get up NOW. This happens every single day. You’d think my body would be used to it by now.
6:00 I drink half a cup of coffee, pull on some dirty jeans and boots, and walk outside to the barn. The horses blink their eyes when I turn on the lights in the barn, but they get noisy and hungry fast when they realize it’s breakfast time.
7:30 I scurry back inside the house to change, put on mascara, and make sure Gracie has eaten breakfast and looks presentable for school.
7:50 Drop Gracie off at school. Thankfully it’s only about three miles from our house!
8:00 I drive back home to pick up the house, make my bed, do the dishes, change Emmalee’s clothes, etc.
8:45 Then I drive back into town to drop Emmalee off at preschool. Bye! I kiss her and plead with her not to cry. She does.
9:00 Drive back home to finish a load of laundry, sweep, vacuum, check emails, etc. #domesticity
10:00 I put my boots back on and walk out to the hay barn. I take several loads of hay to the two barns and record how much hay I used.
11:00 I feel like I barely blink and it’s already time to drive back into town to pick up Emmalee. We swing by my husband’s bakery and pick him up, too.
11:30 Our equine chiropractor comes to adjust seven horses at my barn. I hold five of them, including two of my own. (Brad came home to watch the baby for me. I love him.)
1:30 I finish paying the chiropractor and putting horses in their various stalls and pastures, then I trudge inside to eat some lunch while Emmalee naps.
2:00 Emmalee wakes up and wants a snack.
2:20 Leave the house to pick up Gracie from school. It’s raining at pick-up time. Again. For the third day in a row. My arena looks depressing.
3:00 We head home, and I start on dinner. I needed to make something that would be ready ahead of time, so I put a whole chicken in the oven with onions and potatoes.
3:45 I put my boots BACK ON to feed. No horses were turned out since it was rainy, so there were extra stalls to muck out.
5:00 I leave my mom finishing up in the barn (Did you know my mom works with me every day in the barn? No? I smell a blog post…) because I have a meeting that begins at 5:30. And I smell like doo doo. I rush inside to redo my ponytail, put on some new deodorant, and put on a fresh coat of mascara. Voila. My night time look.
**Side note, the other day Gracie watched me thoughtfully as I pulled my hair back and she said, Mom, why do you always put your hair in a messy bun? My attempt to redo my ponytail was in an effort to show her Mommy can do other things besides a messy bun. Ponytails are waaaaaaayyyyy different. #momlife
5:15 I leave for my meeting, which was an orientation for volunteers at Turning Point Ranch, a therapeutic riding program I serve with. (Did you know I volunteered with TPR? No? Man, I have a long list of potential blog posts.)
7:15 I race back home just in time for my husband to leave for a late meeting with his shift leaders at work. I stuff some tasteless chicken in my mouth, help Gracie with her Legos, and then shuffle her off to the bathroom for a shower.
9:30 And here I am now, drinking coffee at almost 10 PM, and writing a blog post about my long day. Everyone has busy schedules, but this is ridiculous. I still have to go back out to prep grain for morning feeding and do my night barn checks.
So am I just complaining? Does everyone feel overwhelmed? What do you spend your time doing? And how on earth do YOU balance it all? I know I certainly don’t have the answers.