12 Happy Chickens

It’s funny how life can change in a blink of an eye. One minute your pushing soap at anyone and everyone who will look, listen, and sniff. The next your packing up a peterbilt with your name on the door and pulling out of the yard for destinations unknown.

OK, so I haven’t left yet. I will Monday morning and I’ll only be gone a night or two at a time, but reality is starting to kick me in the ass, and husbands too. I have [finally] been offered a wage by him to stay home and take care of things like book keeping for his business, our animals, and most importantly husband. Too bad it’s too late, because I would have stayed.

The other thing that is bothering me is being away from my farm, my horse, chickens, cats, and garden. I love it here, and although I am excited to be making some really good money, I am sad. Husband thinks it’s going to be easy for me to get in and ride away into the sunset. Like I have no ties to this place, our life, and this farm. Fat chance is all I can say. 

Yesterday I went out and bought 5 hungry man meals, and I can’t tell you how guilty I felt. I cook every meal we have in this house, always have. I have been making a few meals that husband can take out of the freezer, but knowing him he will take the easy way out and either not eat or pop a hungry man into the oven. I am having a real hard time thinking I “should” be here to take care of things.

My bedroom with a view

Another thing I’m going to do is take care of myself. I want to do this as cheaply & sustainably as possible. I have a nice sized electric cooler so that I can bring food with me so I do not have to eat out. I have a 5 gallon water jug I’ll be taking with so I don’t have to buy bottled water and I will be able to have my tea in the morning, and today I’m cooking up some rice to bring with and harvesting the last of my lettuce for a couple of salads.