Do you ever think about the time before you had kids/got married and how you imagined it was going to be?
And now you’re like:
I’ll give examples for this:
Pre kids: My kids will never draw on walls!
With kids: let’s put a frame around that and call it art, shall we?
Pre kids: my kids will never spend all their time on computers
With kids: here’s the iPad, or do you want the phone, or computer?
Pre kids: my kids will eat a healthy balanced diet
With kids: I’m not eating anything orange/squidgy/vegetable or fruit related. When are we having McDonalds again?
Pre kids: my kids are going to wear all these cute outfits
With kids: ok, nothing white. Pls Stop eating your top.
Pre marriage: We will never fight, we will talk things out like grown ups
Married life: You are a cockwomble. *puts fingers in ears* And I’m not listening
(I know, I’m so grown up, my mother must be proud)
Pre marriage: we will make time for each other and have date nights on a regular basis.
Married life: Wanna go see some machinery? We can call it a date if you like. I’ll buy you McDonalds.
Pre marriage: we will go to bed together at night and talk about our day
Married life: Are you coming to bed or what?
TWO HOURS LATER…
I think I fell asleep in front of the tv again. Love, are you awake? Love?
😴🤤😴
Pre marriage: let’s make love on the sofa
Married life: can you lift your foot so I can Hoover
Pre marriage: let’s make love on the washing machine
Married life: Washing machine is on the blink again!
If you’re unfamiliar with this story, it involves a certain person constantly breaking the toilet seat. We don’t know who that certain person is because everyone denies it but it happens once, twice & sometimes 3 times a year
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This time I flipped my lid a little. The sad broken little toilet seat was left to fester for days before I discovered the torture it had been put through; broken hinges, it’s lid removed from the bum sitting device, it wasn’t even connected to the toilet anymore.
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No one knew anything. No one was going to do anything. I waited to see if anyone would put the toilet seat out of its misery. Nothing happened. I told Farmer to buy a new replacement as it was getting embarrassing the amount of toilet seats I had to buy. But he was too busy.
Some light hearted humour for you, feel free to add in:
Rules on the farm:
1. Sod's law states you will always need to pee after; putting on numerous layers; whilst wearing bib and brace; when your trousers are wet and stuck to your butt; when your hands are mucky.
2. Always make sure you have more than you need. Exact dosing quantities for the animals you have usually see you run out on the very last animal.
Let's pretend that didn't happen...
😂😂
3. Don't take the swear words to heart. Working with animals/your other half/family can make us all sound like drunken sailor and our best loved pets can often be referred to with the unkindest of names. It's all normal.
And swear words DO help you to cope with the situation.
Now some of you may remember I’ve got a stinking cold and sheep work to do today.
It didn’t start well.
First the mule wouldn’t start.
Then Farmer forgot me, or rather to help me get the mule, the bits and sort the race out again after the weekends clean
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I’m in and out of the mule (once it finally started) opening and shutting gates.
Farmer gets a stern talking to.
Then our yard & road is filled with HiLine and Western Power vehicles who are here to turn the power off (oops forgot that)
One parked in the gateway to the ewes
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So I have to walk it with the buckets of food. The girls mobbed me, really mobbed me. Normally this would be ok but with barely any energy, I struggled to keep hold of the buckets and to stay standing.
Get the girls around to the race, Farmer isn’t ready...
Muddy dog is a bit whiffy at the moment, and moulting *oh the fun of having a dog!)
So I decided he needed a good brush and a wash...
But that never quite goes to plan...
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So first the brushing. Except MD won't sit still. Plus he really lives the attention so he keeps trying to lick me with devotion. He has really bad dog breath (he eats shit, what can I sat) and he managed to tongue me. Dog breath tastes like it smells btw.
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Not only will he not sit still, he also won't let me brush both sides because it inevitably means he has to face away from me at some point which will end the tongue licking session. Next thing I'm on top of him trying to brush both sides when he takes off and I'm riding him