You get up, milk the cows, make breakfast, check Facebook, read a blog or two and then, with your second cup of coffee, you head back out to the barn for a couple more tasks and you think you’re done for the day in there.

Coming back into the house you notice a few weeds in your flower bed and you pull them. The screen door slams behind you and you clean up the kitchen, remember that you really need to go for your walk, get sidetracked by a phone call, see that you need to pay a couple of bills – and then the texts come in asking you to order this part, pick up some mineral and you need to deposit lunch money into your kids’ account at school.

A knock at the door, and you’re faced with two goose hunters wondering who owns what land and where they can park their decoys. The strangers leave your porch and you head back to the computer because you saw something interesting on Facebook that you wanted to read, and then you realize you forgot to order the Clear Magic for the show and you wonder if you actually entered all the right cattle.

Checking your entries, you see your desk really needs cleaning up, so you click on the livestream of ESPN’s “Mike & Mike” and listen to them trash-talk your favorite college team and bicker over whether LeBron will really take Cleveland to the next level.

It’s noon. Your hair is still in a ponytail, although you’ve taken off the socks with straw chaff and shavings stuck to them, you’re still in your barn clothes and you have to figure out what everyone will want for lunch. The big question of every day, what to have for dinner, has started throwing darts at you, knowing you haven’t really cooked a good meal in a week because it was too hot or you were too busy.

Now you’re finally getting a shower because you have to run to town, because they texted and need something from Tractor Supply. You’re feeling clean and human again, and the surveyor knocks on the door while you’re putting on your makeup. He’s surveying around the corner and has a few questions about property lines.

You’ve got wet hair and half your makeup on with the mascara brush in your right hand. When he leaves, you wonder: Does this guy think I just rolled out of bed?

And that’s just the first half of your day.

Ladies, if this describes your day or just touches the edges of what you’re dealing with, take heart; we are all in this together and it will only last for a time. Enjoy living most of your day in your barn clothes because life on the farm is a grand life.

And if you’re a mom who has an off-farm job, my hat goes off to you – I can’t even imagine what you face in your day-to-day duties. Kudos to you!

Count the struggles and hardships – they will never outweigh the precious moments and milestones of raising your family on a dirt road surrounded by cows and cornfields.

The views and opinions expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of Farm World. Readers with questions or comments for Melissa Hart may write to her in care of this publication.