I seriously don’t know how normal families do normal weekends every weekend. The kind where the Mom and the Dad are home and so are the kids. Like from Friday to Sunday.
It’s effing exhausting. Good God in heaven – dare I say I’m used to Rambo being gone the whole weekend which also means: no makeup, no combing of hair, no shaving of legs, no getting out of my PJs, no talking to anyone but myself, and lots and lots of TV and catching up on the PT jobs.
It started Friday when I finally went in the semi with Rambo. I kid you not – we got up at 4am. My eyes are not legally programmed to open until at least after 6am or so – so for the first two hours I walked around with my eyes shut. No - really what happened was I got up and tried to look presentable at 4am (aka – putting a hat on my head so I didn’t have to do my hair) and hopped in the semi and then hopped into the sleeper and proceeded to SLEEP until at least the sun was up.
So in the semi at 4am and we finally left the farm at 5pm that night – only because I drug Rambo out of there. He wanted to stay the entire night and pick corn and I convinced him the second shift of guys had it covered.
I also want it noted that I ruined a pair of my cute pink Nike shoes by getting grease on them from my seat in the semi. Yes – I’m aware I should never have worn them in the first place but shove it – a girl has got to look cute no matter where she is, mkay? I was ONE girl around dozens of guys all day. I had to represent. I told Rambo’s boss he owes me new shoes and I’ll be submitting a receipt.
At one point when we were moving all the machinery to a new corn field, Rambo’s other boss asked me to drive a tractor because they had too many pieces of equipment and not enough drivers. When I found out the tractor I would be driving was worth about $350k – I promptly screamed HELL TO THE NO at the top of my lungs. Let’s be clear that I once WAS a farm girl but I am not anymore. Mkay?
Saturday Rambo took me to the Harley shop and our college football team store to buy some new duds for next week’s game. We stupidly went into a Halloween store too – thinking it’d be fun. Wrongzo. Wall to wall pissed off parents and crying and begging kids. We ran our asses out of there after we found our Hello Kitty birthday stuff for Banana.
We were supposed to go home from there and have a romantic evening. We had an evening but it wasn’t romantic. The guys from the farm called and begged us to have a drink with them. You and I both know one drink is NOT possible with farm boys who have been pulling 20 hour shifts for about a month. They work hard and they play harder. It was raining – therefore they couldn’t be in the fields – therefore they were forced to take a down day – therefore beer comes into play.
We got to the bar at about 6pm and the boys had been there since noon. Yah – um – they were slightly inebriated by the time we got there. And? Five hours later we finally left. Jesus, Joseph and Mary – I’m too old for this shit. Luckily, Rambo didn’t get drunk. He had his beers and his buzz and he was happy. It was fun but way past my bed time and so not the original plan I had.
Sunday we slept in until the last possible moment and picked up the girls. We took Banana and two of her friends to a kid’s party place for her birthday all day. Later family came over for cake.
THEN – 18 bazillion hours later than planned – I worked on shit I had no time for until then. Timesheets and payroll and the like. An hour of TV with the family and it was already time to prep lunches and outfits and all that crap for this morning…in between coloring my hair you know.
I’ve been at work an hour and I think this is the first time I’ve felt relaxed since Thursday night. LOL Being a real, normal, present family takes a shitload of time and effort, doesn’t it?
I mean it’s the closest thing to bliss but I need a freaking nap already.
Also – I’d like to note – men in tractors and semis in jeans and boots working their asses off doing manual labor – IS HOT. I’m just sayin’…
How was your weekend?