Wallowing, Vegging, and Dogging

25 Sep

All right, friends. I’ve failed you.

I’m sure you’ve noticed. All of the people who read this blog faithfully (there are at least two – thanks, Mom and Dad) have undoubtedly noticed the lack of cow, corn, and canine tales. I’ve still been posting plenty of pictures of Jersey the dog to my five lucky followers on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram, but I have neglected the written word.

“Not cool, MFW,” you might say. “Man cannot live on ‘Omg! Lol! What a cute puppy!’ alone. He needs cows. Machinery. Detailed farming explanations.”

That’s not going to happen today. I blame corn harvest and self pity. Plus, I’ve already donned my sweatpants. Nothing productive can happen while wearing sweatpants.

I shouldn’t complain too much. At least I’m not the one out there farming from 6 a.m. to midnight. My Dairy Man amazes and exhausts me. I would be a terrible (and excruciatingly whiny) farmer.

During corn harvest the Dairy Man leaves at sunup and doesn’t crawl into bed until I’m long asleep. I’m a lone wolf for a few weeks and this phenom plummets me into bachelor-like behaviors. I eat cereal and hummus for dinner, walk around the house in my skivvies, and watch an embarrassing number of Say Yes to the Dress episodes (Netflix streaming will be the death of me). There is no one to judge me or the socks I haven’t picked up yet. A few husband-free weeks would make some gals hyper-productive, but I tend to go the other way. Rather than write about corn, I grab a giant container of Greek yogurt and a large glass of wine, plop in front of the tube, and feel sorry for myself.

I also blame my writer’s fatigue. I write (and write and write) at my snazzy new job all.day.long. Press releases, articles, web copy, marketing copy, tweets. I love it. It’s challenging, frustrating, exhausting, and invigorating. But when I get home at night, the thought of hunkering down at my computer to do more writing makes me twitch. It also makes me eat a lot of salsa. Or maybe that’s the guilt.

Speaking of guilt, I’ve got a depressed puppy on my hands. Jersey the dog has been spending a lot of time in the house these past few weeks. He usually goes to work with the Dairy Man, but not during corn harvest. Jersey gets carsick in the tractor and DM doesn’t like to have him around all of the heavy machinery. When I should be blogging, I’m giving the furry child my undivided attention. We walk, we play fetch, we learn new tricks, we take naps on the couch, we guffaw over dog-shaming.com, we eat a lot of peanut butter, we ogle at the neighbor’s heifers.

Between wallowing, vegging, and dogging, when’s a girl to do anything productive?

Next week I will drop some thrilling corn knowledge on you. I promise. For tonight, there is a furry fellow and a glass of red calling my name.

Thank goodness harvest is almost over.

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9 Responses to “Wallowing, Vegging, and Dogging”

  1. ann pell 09/26/2012 at 8:05 am #

    I’m glad someone likes “say yes to the dress” as much as i do, just wish i had the netflix streaming. We are not the same however in what we eat while vegging, I would have popcorn long before greek yogurt!!

    • the Modern Farm Wife 09/27/2012 at 9:31 am #

      Ann, I’m a sucker for those silly TLC shows. Tell your hubs he can watch documentaries about farming and shows like “The Deadliest Catch” .. that’s what my FIL loves about Netflix!

  2. Jeri Lynn Proft 09/26/2012 at 6:30 pm #

    and to think my farmer has just started the harvest.. :(

    • the Modern Farm Wife 09/27/2012 at 9:31 am #

      Aw, I feel your pain, Jeri. Hang in there! Winter will be here soon (did I just say that!?).

  3. Kate 09/26/2012 at 8:26 pm #

    We are getting married in 10 days, right in the middle of harvest…I’m hoping my DM hops off the combine long enough to say “I do” ;)

    • the Modern Farm Wife 09/27/2012 at 9:27 am #

      Kate, you are a brave girl! I squeezed my wedding in right before harvest got underway. But congratulations! I hope your wedding day goes well and you (and your DM) are able to enjoy every last minute of it. Blessings to you as you start life as a farmer’s wife! :)

  4. Katie 09/28/2012 at 12:28 am #

    My recommendations are Psych, Life, and of course, Make it or Break It. Please tell me you’ve been tuning into New Girl as well? Bell Choir practice started last week, and my stipulation to play is if we can learn “Eye of the Tiger.” Good luck with the Great Harvest; my mom got to come visit last weekend but alas – father dearest was in the fields.

  5. Linda 08/01/2013 at 10:37 pm #

    Harvesting corn? I hadn’t seen any one chopping that yet. It’s going to be a long fall, isn’t it.

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