- 3 years ago
Hunting season opened (for prarie chicken) last weekend. Oh course Husband spent the entier weekend out tromping around the bush. Normally I do not care, whatever have your fun. However I work out of town and it is so rare that I actually get weekends off, am I really asking that much for you to speand one freaking afternoon with me?
This week, I was able to take a half trip and will be home Saturday (Husband works Monday-Friday)! I thought this was wonderful, nope, he is not going to be picking me up from the airport because you guessed it, he will be out hunting. I thought well at least we have Sunday, nope, nope freaking hunting that day as well.
All I heard about all summer, was hunting season. Now it’s hunting season every surface imaginable is covered in gun oil, Cabelas fliers, various rounds of ammunition, fire arms, buck knives……
Yes I knew what I was getting into when I married the man. I should know a little better. But for crying out loud!!!
I said something about this yesterday, what did he say? “I took the day off Monday to spend time with you!” Oh no you didn’t!!! You took the day off to come to a doctor’s appointment with me because they were doing so much blood work that I was not allowed to drive myself home and I could barely move the rest of the day. Thanks jerk, thanks. That is what counts as quality time? No. Just no.
I’m so annoyed and so freaking over this.
Now before anyone chimes is with “Well go hunting with him!” I have done this before, and found it rather enjoyable, but that is about the last thing that I want to do after flying home from working 36 hours in three days. Also it is alright when it is just him and I, but I don’t want to go with him and his hunting buddies.
Bottom line: I want my damn husband back, and I’m not about to drag my pregnant ass through the woods tromping after him.
Anyone else share in my misery?
Most days I truly love and appreciate my husband, other days I know that I have a shovel and some land. Try me.