Lucky enough to have a horse.
Husband is WFH. He is WFH up at the barn. The horses are loving having a person with them for hours on end. Cookie fests. Timely hay snacks. Company to hang with. They are quite happy with the new arrangement.
Me, not so much.
I had not realized how often I wander up to the barn in a day.
This is not a Woe Is I post. I know how good I have it. This is more about how things organize themselves in ways one does not foresee.
Upside: Husband home all day. After 32 years of marriage (?!?) we still enjoy each other’s company.
Downside: I’m still alone all day and now I can’t go to the barn.
A lot of people can’t go to the barn to see their horses. However, my barn is in my backyard. Going to the barn involves walking 70 paces.
On a normal day, I go to the barn 3? 4? more? times a day. Feed breakfast. Let out after breakfast. Feed lunch. Let out after lunch. Pick up buckets if I haven’t before. Random checks throughout the day. Walk in the pasture. Fill water. Whatever.
If I leave the property, I check them before I leave. I check them when I get back. Not doing that, at the moment, of course.
One of the joys of having horses at home is sitting at the barn in the sunshine [Split Personality]. We are just coming into ideal weather for that.
These days, husband “goes to work” at the barn. From my point of view, he’s gone at least as long as before. Okay, with a break for a bike ride and lunch. I’m whining here. Work with me.
Since, he’s already at the barn, so he might as well let them out after breakfast. No need for me to go up to do so. Ditto lunch. Monitors how much hay of which kind is eaten throughout the day. Feeds hay snacks to adjust in light of this data. Lets in and out of stall as needed. And so on. Makes sense, he is already there.
I limit my extraneous visits. Leave him alone to work. One reason he set up a workspace in the barn was to be able to concentrate. When I say I can’t go to the barn, I really mean I don’t. The fellow works to keep us all in kibble. I can at least respect his privacy.
So I’m stuck in the house. All the responsibilities of horses at home. Feeding. Poop picking. Vet care. None of the gratuitous horse petting.
I know. Poor me. Being down in the house all day is harder than I expected.
Stay safe. Stay sane.