I have been looking forward to this coming weekend for over 2 weeks.  Mark was going hunting!!!  He didn’t go out last weekend because it was too hot.  Well Monday came and so did the cool weather.  So this weekend, he is off to do what he enjoys and I was off to….

I had everything planned.  I was going to clean up the house, get some closest organized.  I had plans to put a roast in the crock pot to make my favorite tacos.  Which I would end up eating for dinner, the next days breakfast, possibly again for lunch.  Take our family pet to get groomed.  Work on my blog, read blogs, read statistics, read more blogs.  Can’t forget to add in a Lifetime movie or two in there.  Yes, I had lots of ME plans.

So, I stopped at the grocery store this evening.  Got all my favorite foods for the weekend so I wouldn’t have to go out.  On my way home I was organizing all my plans in my head.  I was going to be home alone all weekend and free to do what I want.  No set plans, no routines, no worrying about anyone.  Ok, I do worry that Mark is safe hunting. 

I get home, we have dinner and then sit to watch the news.  I never watch the news but I sit with Mark for a few before the nightly routine of cleanup, laundry, etc.  It was just about time for the weather to come on and I thought to myself if the weather isn’t all that great I have plans to stay in all weekend so a nice rain and nap on Saturday might just be perfect.  Then I heard those words.  “WHAT, 20-30 mph winds and rain on Saturday?  I can’t hunt in that.  I might as well stay home.”  If someone took a picture of my face right at that moment they would have thought I hated my husband.   

After the moment of shock, I sat quietly and had to re-organize my thoughts.  Did he just say he isn’t going?  I can’t have tacos for dinner, he hates tacos. Not to mention the thought of him knowing that is what I was planning for breakfast the next day.  My Lifetime movie just got changed to the Hunting channel and all their whispers and chanting and &*^%$.  Isn’t there a hunting chant for the rain and wind to go away like the Indians do? (Not intended to offend anyone.)

So it is back to reality with My Hunter.  Meat, potato, vegetable for dinner.  (He is not getting dessert!)  Yet our 4th or is it our 5th trip to Cabela’s.  The hunting channel.  The hunting channel. Did I mention the hunting channel.  Let me whisper that maybe you will understand.  Yes, back to reality………

Until next weekend.

P.S.  For those of you who don’t know me, I do love my husband dearly.  We both enjoy our freedom and time to do what we love to do even if it isn’t the same things.  We have trust, love and respect for eachother and we both wouldn’t want it any other way!