Most people look forward to Friday’s… it’s the weekend! Woohoo! 24 years in the restaurant business has made me grit my teeth at the mere thought of the weekend because unlike everyone else, okay more or less most of my friends, always got them off. Today started with a “No. I don’t want to.” when I heard my husbands alarm go off. A few snoozes later we’re up and moving. The dogs are outside, goats are fussing, cows are hollering and my coffee isn’t brewing fast enough.
Today was a scheduled MRI for a torn meniscus in my left knee, also another reason I’ve stepped back in my business. I don’t know if I’m more upset about the surgery itself or the fact that I won’t be able to chase my beloved Max and Ruby. They are the highlight of my life right now along with all my other babies… but bottle feeding just tugs on my heartstrings at this point in my life. My middle son is getting ready to deploy with his unit in the Army National Guard overseas for 11 months and having this distraction is really keeping my head grounded. Well, at least until his plane hits the runway in December. Having 3 sons is the best feeling in the world, but no one tells you what it’s like when they grow up and start their own lives. I’m definitely proud. I’m also sad. I’m also looking forward to the grandparent years which thankfully, I don’t think we are close to yet!
In my recent new marriage I’ve also inherited 2 more young men and a step-daughter. (look out boyfriends this girl has 5, yea FIVE, brothers ) Learning how to be a successful step-parent is a million times more difficult when the ex battles you every step of the way. So for now I’m good with cheering and smiling hoping things go well along the way. I came from a first marriage that expected my kids to be on the farm 24/7. He came from his with, “it’s your responsibility not theirs”… In all honesty it’s made us see both sides of the story in a farming relationship and I think that’s why we are so good together. My boys all still farm, which I will touch on later. One of his runs for a college, the other has a very reputable vocational job. Both of our youngest are still in school even tho mine would rather be farming. Lol. So for now, I’m thankful that I can still chase around my adorable little Holstein twins, play with our miniature donkeys and mini Herefords… and be grateful for every day I have that ends in “Y”.
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