My mother grew up on a farm where my grandparents had horses, milk cows, pigs, barn cats, and hunting dogs. They commercially grew tobacco and cotton and also had large vegetable gardens for the family.
My mother talked about my Nana catching a chicken and swinging it over her head to break the neck so she could fix it for dinner. She also talked about hunting for squirrels and raccoons and possums–I think largely because they ate the garden vegetables and chicken eggs.
In addition, she and her sisters helped chop cotton with the farm hands.
At the same time, she knit beautifully and sewed beautifully and learned all of my Nana’s best recipes.
I cannot imagine how she could do everything she did growing up. But you do what you need to do.