Being married to a farmer has its advantages - like living out in the country, having readily available tractors to distract babies, and free pumpkins.
Anything else? Not really.
I hold a huge grudge against the farm world. Since my dad is also a farmer, I've been dealing with the agriculture business (and its dirty look at family left at home) since I can remember. The cool thing about my dad was that he worked full time for the government and just farmed on the side. That meant that he could be home to send us off on the school bus, as well as home for dinner most nights. He just went back to the farm after dinner.
The thing about Jeff is that he's literally incapable of doing that; he has much more responsibility than my dad did. And it sucks. Every harvest season since we've been a couple there has been fighting between us. Not really fighting, but a lack of connection. Jeff and I don't do well when we don't see each other, don't talk over dinner, don't have date nights, etc. Most couples wouldn't, I imagine.
We've been fortunate to have him home from time to time this season though. I'm pretty sure he pops in throughout the day to see Patrick, and even if it's only for a few minutes, it helps. But that time is Jeff as Daddy, and I miss my husband.
In the end, Jeff is doing what he loves, and I would never want to take that from him. It makes him who he is. And it makes him the man I love.
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