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Hi! I’m Stacy. I’m a wife, mom and writer. I unexpectedly found myself married to a farmer and we live in Central Montana on our farm and ranch. We have two children: Rhett and Allie, who simultaneously keep us laughing and on our toes. I write about motherhood, marriage and farming and how faith keeps it all together.

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“Do you want to wash the dishes or give the kids a bath?” I ask Rich as I begin to clear the plates from the table. ⠀ ⠀ He looks up from his plate, “I’ll do the baths.”⠀ ⠀ “Alright, kids! Take your plates to the sink, then head to the bathroom. Dad’s going to do your bath!” I announce. ⠀ ⠀ Rhett’s eyes widen, “Can we have bubbles?”⠀ ⠀ We are falling back into our normal routine. After Rich has spent most of the summer working long hours—I’m tired of bath time. I prefer to scrub the dishes, while he prefers to scrub the kids. The kids tumble toward the bathroom, and I can’t help but notice how much more willing they are to take a bath for him than they are for me. ⠀ ⠀ I think back to the summer and how I treated most baths like an item to check off my to-do list. Wash hair. Scrub bodies. Play for a couple minutes. Rinse. Repeat the next night. (Or maybe a couple days later.) ⠀ ⠀ I begin to fill the kitchen sink with hot soapy water, and I can hear laughter coming from the bathroom. My shoulders relax. At the end of the day, I don’t mind washing the dishes. Especially since I don’t have to wash the dishes and do the baths. ⠀ ⠀ Once the dishes are washed, I wipe down the counters, and the table, and begin to sweep the kitchen floor. I hear a big splash from the bathroom, then more laughing. I wonder if the water has gotten cold by now. ⠀ ⠀ After I’ve straightened up the kitchen, I turn off the lights and walk toward the bathroom. Rich is kneeling on the tile floor, peering into the tub. Rhett has a ‘beard bubble’ on his chin. I step in water on the floor, but I stop myself from complaining about the mess. ⠀ ⠀ It’s obvious why they enjoy baths more with their dad, he makes it a fun event—not just a routine to get through. ⠀ ⠀ Each fall we adjust to the rhythm of being together again. I’m in the habit of doing things my way all summer and he isn’t used to being home during daylight hours.⠀ ⠀ But in these moments, it feels like nothing has really changed, and we find our footing—one bath at a time.⠀ ⠀ #latergram #amwriting #momswhowrite #bathtime #farmwife #harvest19 #ccfreewrite #fallintorhythm #farmkids ⠀

School has kept him out of the field this week—but not today. He’s happy to be helping seed winter wheat with his dad. Full-time school next year is really going to put a damper on his farming. Shirt from @mtbrandapparel #littlefarmer #plant19 #winterwheat #eatwheat #farmfamily #agfamily #seeding #seeding2019

For weeks it seemed like no matter how early I woke up or how late I stayed up; I never had enough time to myself. I was greedy for more. When I had an hour to myself, instead of my cup feeling full, it felt like I had been in a desert—there wasn’t enough water to quench my thirst.⁠⠀ ⁠⠀ Link in profile to a new post on my blog as part of the September @exhale.creativity blog hop on “Write Anyway.”⁠⠀ ⁠⠀ #writeanyway #bloghop #exhalebloghop #exhaleearlyriser #exhalecreativity #coffeeandcrumbs #writeclub #amwriting #momswhowrite #farmwife ⁠⠀

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