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Today I realized how my tendency to overload my schedule is impacting us as a family. My drive to fit in raising chickens and growing our biggest ever garden and cooking healthy meals and fitting in exercise and keeping the clothes and dishes clean and adopting a dog and tackling finances and finding time to play music has not only weighed on my shoulders. It’s impacted Aaron as well. My metaphorical bucket has overflowed into his, and that’s not fair.

The endearing thing about my husband is that it took him a while to pinpoint what was bothering him, but when he noticed this was burdening him, he told me. He has this way of confronting me with truths in a delicate, loving way that makes me fall in love with him all over again. (Gross, Mare. Stick to the farming talk.) Sorry.

Anyway, tomorrow we’re driving 3 hours to pick up a Great Pyrenees puppy that will act as a livestock guard dog. Aaron, Olivia, and I are excited to have a pup on the land for different reasons. However, I can’t deny that I’ve given us another chore. Here’s to failing better.