I get home from work. I'm tired. The house is a DISASTER. Laundry needs to get done. Dishes need to get done. Meals need to be prepared. Nothing gets done unless I do it and there aren't enough hours in the day to get things done. Seriously, how hard is it to replace the milk bag when it's empty? Or, how hard is it to clean up after the baby eats instead of leaving all the crumbs and leftovers that she thew all over the floor? I don't get it.

The farm eats up most of our time. We don't do things as a family because we have to maximize our daylight hours to get work done on the farm. We don't go anywhere because we can't leave the farm. Hubby and I both have to work several jobs to keep the farm running.

The baby is whining and yelling "Mamamamamamama!!!" as she claws into my legs and reaches up for me to carry her. Sometimes I feel like this soooooooo isn't what I signed up for.

Then I look at this sweet little thing...
Somehow everything else no longer seems to matter. I'm in luuuuuuuv with this precious little monkey. Even if she exhausts me to no end.
Oh, alright! We do go places together as a family. Not often though. We try to go away once or twice a year. This said, Little One's childhood will definitely be different from the one I knew and this makes me sad. I grew up with lots of traveling (within Canada, the US, and overseas). My parents took us to Trinidad and Tobago, Florida, New York, Virginia, and all over the place when we were kids). I want that for Little One too. I want her to explore the world and know that there is a lot to discover outside of the world she lives in. I want her to learn about other cultures, customs, and make friends with people from all over the globe.

We may still be able to do this. With or without Hubby joining us though. Someone (not Hubby) once told me that "farmers never leave the farm". Great.