Riiipppppppp! Back to reality.
That's how I'd like my life to be. No, that's how I'd love my life to be. Most of the time I'm more than half way there, some of the time I even get close, but some days, like today, I fall so far from the goal I end up face down in the metaphoric mud.
Today was sunny. Yeah! YEAH!! And one more time- YEAAAHHHHH!!! But, I work Mondays and Tuesdays in Matsumoto.
12:00 I got a phone call:
"We're harvesting the rye. Can you come up?"
"Oh wow. I'm working all day today. Won't be home until after 5.... I'm free all day tomorrow!"
"Gonna rain tomorrow. We need to do it now."
Picked the girls up and headed back to work for my 4:00 class. Taught a great class (see, part way to my goal!) and was hanging around chatting when I got another call:
"We're still at it. I'm exhausted. Can you come up?"
"You've been at it all day? Oh wow. I'm so sorry. I'm on my way."
Grabbed the girls away from playing (not happy!)
Herded them into the car (really not happy!)
Bribed them with convenience store bread to put their belts on (happy kids; guilty, nutritionally deviant mummy)
Stopped at a convenience store on the way home to buy bribes and 'sorry for missing the first seven whole hours of the job' apology beer. (ecstatic children, mollified co-farmers, guilty wife. I never buy K beer- he's lucky if he gets the cheapo near-beer stuff.)
Arrived at field and got stuck right in to helping with the harvest. Still can't use the machines as now the one we can use when the rye is dry needs a part and it is so old we have to order it in. So it's collecting and sorting and aligning rye and finally putting it into bunches on blue tarps all by hand. Finally we wrap and tie the bunches up with the ubiquitous blue tarpaulins and rake up the really rotten and broken bits to burn tomorrow. It was about an hour and a half's work as we had to stop when it got dark. All that in brand new black capri pants, my birthday shirt from mum, cute netting sockette things and leather slides. Yeah, not my usual gardening garb...
Got home and had to rouse the chooks to come and eat their dinner. Poor chooks, they're keeping some very odd hours recently. Inside and as it's already bedtime and all the girls have had for dinner is a bag of choc-chip breadsticks I hastily make cheese on toast, cucumber sticks, dole out some pickled cucumbers and onions and slice up a 1/4 of a watermelon. Not quite the nutritious meal I was hoping for but... in the end it didn't matter as they were exhausted and too full of chemically enhanced sweet bread snacks to eat more than the pickles and watermelon.
K got home (Lovingly hiding his surprise at the girls' state of wakefulness and the late hour) and bathed the girls while I defrosted a curry and some leftover rice for his dinner. Bless him he was so excited to see his favourite food he overlooked the fact I haven't made curry in about a a month so that was practically prehistoric frozen curry...
So yeah, work/ life balance: when it works it's wonderful but when it doesn't work?