I'm a City Girl

My husband grew up on a horse and cattle ranch. There are lots and lots of acres, lots and lots of animals, and lots and lots of SHIT.

When I first met Hubs it was super exciting. I had ridden horses a few times as a little girl, but had never even dreamed I would actually own my own horse. While we were dating, Hubs gave me my very own horse for my birthday. Who gets a horse for their birthday I mean honestly??? And from the guy they are dating??

Fast forward a few years when Hubs decides he's had enough of city life and we NEED a house with horse property. He is passionate about horses and really wants his kids to be around them and learn the responsibility of "farm life." Let me first say that I respect that and totally understand where he's coming from. I want my kids to be passionate about some of the things I am, so I can't blame him for wanting the same. AND my son gets all excited to go help dad with the horses. It's really cute.

But my gawd, there is a lot of SHIT in my backyard. And it never fails that horses get out when Hubs is out of town and then I'm back there in my city girl flip-flops fixing fence, plugging my nose, and swearing at how Hubs doesn't clean up shit and placenta (yes placenta! a horse just had a baby.) SICK! I called him and was disgusted and pissed off and wish we could just send the horses to live with the grandparents at the ranch.

My point - have you ever noticed that there are a lot of parents like that?

All they ever do is complain about their children and how their lives are basically ruined because of them. Some people are like that about their marriages too. It's exasperating! Why did they have kids if all they ever want to do is send them to the grandparents house?

Of course I have more than my fair share of complaints, but one thing I never, EVER want to do is make my child feel like he wasn't wanted or that he's somehow made my life WORSE! It makes me tear up just thinking about him feeling like that. So in continuous effort, I try very hard not to complain about my marriage or my children because they are, after all, the greatest most important part of my life.