by Sara Jensen
As I make my 45 minute commute into Oklahoma City, I can’t help but think about what my husband will be doing that day. My mind often wonders to the never ending to-do list he talks about in his sleep and sometimes mentions while awake. Most days he is up and out of the house before me and comes home hours after I do so the opportunity for a detailed conversation is few and far between.
While dating for three years prior to our marriage, I got an idea of what it would take to be a farmer’s wife. Tend to cattle, harvest wheat, cut and haul hay, get this or that tool…the basics right? Wrong. I forgot to throw one more thing into my lovely plan, I might be working also. The white porch sittin’ sweet tea makin’ farm wife vision I had throughout dating and being engaged to my farmer was far from reality.
The necessity of being the bread-winner hit in the late fall when my small town job wasn’t paying the bills and the effects of a what seemed like a never-ending drought were starting to hit home. A family friend hired my husband to do custom application spraying but by the time he was certified to work, it was winter and dead grass doesn’t need to be sprayed. To make up for monetary gap, I got a job in the city.
Now one year into my “city” job, I’ve found that it’s a delicate balance to maintain between being a farm wife and working wife. When I come home to our little 1950’s rent house during the week I try to catch up on laundry, bills, and figure out what to make for dinner. I attempt to see when my husband will be home but more often than not, he has no idea. I guess the best I can and usually make dinner late into the evening. My weekends are spent at the farm because while I might be tired from a busy week at work, I have barely seen my husband and the only way to see him is to go with him.
Keeping a positive outlook isn’t always easy but necessary. Optimism is what keeps us going. So for now, I’ll make my daily commute to the city while my husband stays home tending to the farm until the day comes that I can stay home with him.
My question to you is; how do you maintain a balance? Do you work from home, work somewhere close to the farm, have your own business? What would be a bit of advice for those of us who are just starting out?
So you can put a face with a name here is one of our engagement pictures. Meet my husband Jared 🙂 He’s a fourth generation farmer, a God-fearing man, and despite the lack of a smile, a very caring soul.