A Day In The Life of a Dairy Farmer's Wife

Drag myself out of bed at 7:20am.

Throw on some clothes, turn on the crock pot, switch the laundry, quickly get the kids around, drive them to school.

Drive home. Have coffee and Raisin Bran. Crunchy.

Check on my freshly potted flowers, arrange them on the porch.

Pull some weeds and have Jackson feed them to the goats.

Try to keep the entire herd milking herd from crossing the road.

Try to call my husband and let him know that our herd is on the move.

He didn't answer.

I started yelling when the cows decided to split up.

Yelling, he heard.

They crossed the road.

Ran "Holstein Sprints" in my orthopedic flip-flops.  Keeping them from running down the road.

Back in the house to work on over-due paper work. Unsuccessful.

Try to find a sitter for Jackson.  For tomorrow.

Entertained Ryan's appointment until he came in the house.

Met the vet, and help him perform a minor surgery on a sick cow. (displaced abdomen. I found the extension cord for the clippers and held the stomach while he stitched.)

Realize one of our Jr. High cows is out- tell Ryan.  I'm still holding the stomach.

Take the fastest shower of the century.

Look out the window and see Elizabeth's goats headed for my flower beds.  (Naked trumps ANYTHING Ryan is doing, so he puts them back in.)

Throw my work bags in the car. (Thank goodness I packed them the day before)

Call Elizabeth's art teacher and ask if she can take Elizabeth to her awards program... I'm going to be late.

Make it to Elizabeth's program in the nick of time!

My first work appointment- County Jail.  Highlight of my week.

Realize I forgot something for my next appointment... quick trip to the grocery.

Second/last appointment- Residential home for troubled kids.  Highly entertaining.

4:45pm, stop and get "lunch" on my way home.

Clean out both cars.

Yell at William and Isabelle repeatedly to "DO YOUR HOMEWORK"

Load the dishwasher.

Help Jackson put a pig back in.

Pack Ryan's bag. (Elizabeth's 6th grade class trip to Chicago!)

Help Elizabeth pack her bag.

Put away half the crap I cleaned out of the car.

Put the kids to bed.

Go to the barn to talk to Ryan and get Jackson.

Feed Jackson dinner.

Crash on the couch.


In the spirit of being honest, this is so NOT what I usually do.  My job is to "bring home the bacon". Care for the kids, house, etc.  I DO NOT have daily "farming" responsibilities. Unless you consider feeding my husband, and perhaps an employee or two, or six any given day- yes, I do that.  I do not feed calves, and I cannot drive a tractor.  Again, I bring home the bacon. aka: insurance.

On another note, I found out this morning that the dry cows got out last night- Think we need to take some classes on fence making???