Slowly getting moving this morning…who the hell am I kidding…it’s always slow moving in the morning for this Old Lady…maybe if I learned to go to bed before 2 a.m. and could sleep for more than three or four hours at a time, but not holding my breath on that ever happening. My favorite time of the day is late at night/the wee hours of the morning, such a peaceful time.
The time of day I play the old shows Finn likes so much. Kinda sad to say that I get such a kick watching my dog watch tv. Something about the old black and white shows, shows with animals, the little bugger goes crazy barking and growling at the tv, jumping around like a Mexican Jumping Bean in front of the tv and running back and forth from the arm of the couch to the floor below the tv. Yes, it’s a sad and pitiful life!
This week I’ve been struggling dealing with the guys in my life…
First, really wish I could wrap my head around the way a 14 year old thinks! Don’t know how many times this school year I’ve commented to my husband that I really wish I could get into a junior high aged boy’s mind….The Old Boy just laughs and doesn’t offer any insight. The Boy just, is, well….GROSS! Why?
Is it really that hard to wash your face, brush your teeth and put on decent clothes every morning for school? Seriously, the huffing and puffing about having to do the basic daily things in life. Getting the child to, oh, I don’t know, pick up the dirty clothes off his floor just once a week…next to impossible.
This school year I’ve really come to feel like a failure as a boy mom. I’ve been trying so hard to incorporate various things into our daily life that will strengthen him in mind, body and spirit, to teach him the importance of the basic day to day routines…so often I feel like a total and complete failure. However, there are those occasional moments that make me feel like, wow…I’m getting through to him!
Still, feel like raising a junior high aged girl was WAY easier than raising a junior high aged boy. Hope to get the hang of this boy thing at sometime in the near future…won’t hold my breath though.
Then, my husband…LOVE him like no other, but there are times when I get so frustrated, as I’m sure he gets with me.
Last weekend we were supposed to go to Guthrie, Oklahoma to the timed events at the Lazy E Arena, I’d mentioned it well before Christmas, we haven’t been in years and I was so excited about taking Bubba and going again. Of course, as per usual, we weren’t able to find anyone to take care of horse chores, so it was a no go. To tell the truth, don’t think The Old Boy looked too hard to find someone.
I could have dealt with it better had a roping not come up that made me feel like he chose to not find someone to do chores so he could do something he would much rather do. It wasn’t just a local roping, it was an out of state roping, he and his buddy left Friday afternoon and didn’t get home until late Sunday night. BOOM! Chore person for the weekend…right here!
Spending the past almost 30 years with a cowboy, you’d think I’d be good with the routine of roping and rodeo coming first, most of the time I am…sometimes I’d like to come first. I’d like to feel not guilty when I ask The Old Boy to cancel roping for something family related, which I seldom do. Having grown up on a farm, one would think I’d be used to other things coming first. Time for the fields to be put in, short window opening for getting the alfalfa down, baled and out of the field, ect.
My husband is the typical header, there’s no changing him…to tell the truth, I wouldn’t want to. He’s all mine, pain in the ass and all…sometimes I just get frustrated. Figure it’s pretty even, I can be a royal pain in the ass too! I’m a Petersen, it’s a given!
Well crap…suppose it’s about time I get a few things done for the day…