Welcome back, friends!
If you’ve ever wondered what a typical day looks like on our not-quite-finished, not-quite-animal-stocked, not-quite-quiet homestead… well, buckle up. You’re about to get a peek behind the curtain—and spoiler alert: there’s laundry, compost, and coffee remembered about three times.
Notice: the following depiction may have been slightly exaggerated for comedic purposes.
Mornings around here start early(ish), usually with me waving Tim off on his morning walk and photoshoot while I head upstairs to get breakfast started for his dad and sister. Somewhere in that blur, the kids start waking up—some happily, some like grumpy little trolls—and I herd them into clothes and conversation while eggs sizzle and the baby kicks me in the ribs.
By the time our own breakfast is ready, it’s usually 9:30. We gather around the table for food and family devotions before diving into the day. That’s when I:
- Make the bed (if I remember)
- Start the first of several loads of laundry
- Empty the composting toilets (yay homestead life!)
- Make Pinterest pins
- Scribble out a to-do list that may or may not survive contact with reality
- And get the youngest three down for naps (on good days)
Then comes the rapid-fire rhythm of more laundry, snacks for hungry monsters… I mean, kids, and checking in on the garden. Right now, we’ve got tomatoes, peas, peppers, cucumbers, melons, and okra growing—but so far, only the peas are ready to pick. There’s watering to do and never-ending weeds to fight.
The afternoons are a whirlwind of:
- Cleaning and organizing, aka moving it somewhere else
- Discussing house ideas with Tim
- Remembering to get supper prep started
- Project planning
- More laundry (because of course)
Then it’s supper for ten people, followed by handing out chores, circling back to make sure those chores were done properly, blog work, finally getting the bed made, and helping Tim list eBay items. Somewhere in there, we wrangle kids into pajamas and try to end the day with everyone clean(ish) and in their beds.
After that? Tim and I usually sink into our chairs for a bit of breathing room, chat about the day, and maybe split a snack before he heads out for his evening photo walk. Then it’s finally, finally, my bedtime.
And we do it all again tomorrow.
It’s a season full of noise, motion, hope, and chaos. The garden’s growing (slowly), the peaches are ripening, the house is still half-finished, and the baby is… well, overdue.
But somehow, this wild in-between is where life is happening. Right here, in the waiting and the working and the wrangling, the dream is already unfolding.
Thanks for walking through a day with me. 💛
Homestead Hilarity
“Mommy doesn’t really work, Daddy does” –Multiple kids, multiple times
(Clearly all the compost-emptying, meal-making, chore-wrangling, and laundry-mountain-slaying doesn’t count. 😅)
Disclaimer: This only shows the day from my point of view. Tim could write his own post, or three, about what gets included in his days.
Disclaimer 2: At the beginning of the post I mentioned that this is what a “typical” day looks like. Currently, Tim has even more to add to his days as he has stepped in to take over multiple parts of my responsibilities until the baby comes.
Bringing Life 
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