My garden is exploding with zucchini. Does anyone else have the same problem? Here’s the deal. Next week I’m planning on posting a few to-die-for zucchini recipes. First, I decided I would share a little heart to heart conversation with ya. It’s a little something that’s been kicking around in my head for a while. If you are married to a farmer, you will most likely be able to relate to this.
My husband is one of the nicest, hardest working, and most ambitious guys I know. All of those are reasons I fell in love with him in the first place. Really, who wouldn’t want a husband who is kind to everyone? Or, a husband who doesn’t complain about having to work, work, work? Some of my friends are married to “duds” who resist getting a job, not to mention a full time job. Truly, I feel blessed.
So if I know I am blessed by a kind husband who takes such good care of us and works so hard why do I complain about it? That’s right. I complain about how nice my husband is. And I complain about how hard he works. I actually happen to know why I complain. Let me share a few of the downfalls about having an amazing husband like mine!
First of all, he is nice to everyone. He can’t tell anyone NO! If a neighbor calls and wants him to come help them with their cows, or with their animal shelters, or build a shed he drops everything he is doing and heads right over there. If one of our employees wants and extra day off, he bends over backwards to pick up their shift so they can go spend time with their families. When a salesperson happens to drop by during our family lunch time, he leaves lunch to go chat with the sales guy. Sometimes he even invites the sales guys to join us for lunch. When we have a custom harvesting crew on our farm to harvest crops, he wants to bring them my entire stockpile of Chips Ahoy Cookies. Yes, Chips Ahoy Cookies are an important part of food storage. Why does he have to be so nice to everyone?
When we first married, I thought it was my job to make sure he didn’t get taken advantage of; because if I wasn’t there he would get taken advantage of. Then I realized that our neighbors would drop everything to come help us with our animals, shelters, or shops if we needed them to. I realized that it’s important for employees to spend time with their families too. I now understand that sales guys get hungry too, and they are quick at figuring out what time to drop by our farmJ. I have learned that if my husband’s fault in life is being too nice, I’m a lucky girl!
On to my husband’s next fault, probably his biggest fault. It’s the worst thing about him. He works ALL the time. In fact, I’m writing this post at 10:31 p.m. and he’s still working. Don’t feel bad for him, he’s only been there since 6:30 this morning. And he’s with my boys, so it’s really like family time, right? He is the one on the farm with the crazy ambitious ideas. I’m not sure how many times he has promised me that this will be the last corral we build. It will be the end of our expansion. My eleven year old has been welding on a new corral all day today, guess it’s not the end of the expansion. If I didn’t hear him snore at night, I would think he stays awake all night thinking of new farm improvements that will only add about an hour per day to his job.
Let me tell you about his last proposal. I went to visit my mom about a month ago. My husband called me at about midnight with a great new plan. He had realized that he and the boys had only been working every other Sunday evening. Do you know where he is going with this? That’s right. He found and extra half a day every other week that he could work. He came up with a more efficient plan for our Sunday evening employees. If our guys didn’t have to feed calves on Sunday evenings, it would free them up to do other tasks. That was the plan, he and the boys would start feeding about 160 baby calves every Sunday night after they finished their other chores. “But the kids will have homework, and piano practicing to do. And we only have every other Sunday evening off of work anyway. Now you want to give up or only half a day off, every other week?”, was my reaction. I was a little bummed that he wanted to fill his half a day off, every other week, with…more work.
Now don’t get me wrong. He does take parts of days off occasionally. I guess it is technically a day off even though he spends most of the time on the phone (This is why I’m such good friends with Pinterest). And we have to squeeze a few farm errands in on the shopping list. I could complain about that too, but I learned I have to just be grateful we are together.
During Mr. Hard Working moments, I have to remind myself about all the people who don’t have jobs. Or my friends who are married to guys who aren’t willing to get jobs, especially jobs that require over 80 hours a week. How about those who are satisfied at a dead end job? I don’t think I want that for my husband. So after all the complaining about him being gone I have to say I feel a little, or a lot, blessed. Who wouldn’t want their kids to have a Dad who gives it everything he’s got. He shows them how to never give up, and stick with it. And he shows them every day because they are right by his side all the time.
When I’m starting to feel a little picked on because Mister Nice Guy works nonstop, I need to remember to stop complaining and begin to feel grateful that he is willing to work so hard to provide for us. Sometimes I just wish he could take a break from those character traits, and be a lazy bum for a few days a month. Now, if I’m off to try and go be grateful without the complaining.