Let me first say, I love my husband. Unconditionally. Check.
But.
Sometimes, I have to draw a line in the prairie grass.
Especially when he is wont to abuse my good nature.
There's really nothing, okay -- a few things -- I don't support when it comes to my hard-working hubby. I mean, he's a Union iron worker that risks his life every day to support us. It's a no-brainer.
I'm putty in his hands.
But boiling animal traps in the house?
Come on! Let's get real.
I love you Shane, yet I'm having some issues with this newest idea.
The house already resembles a trapping supply warehouse.
Boxes, lures, smelly baits, products... strewn from one end of the living room to the kitchen.
What happened to my picturesque farmhouse of 2003? I was so proud. Freshly painted and void of clutter. Apparently I wasn't aware of what it meant to be a REAL farmwife.
Now I know.
But I did win this battle, if not the war. No traps will be boiled in the house. Check.
Small concessions make me happy.
What have you had to concede or throw out the window
in order to share your man's life and keep him happy?
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I love this post - my mom would have a fit if my dad did this in the house. He loves trapping too. Good luck with all that! I hope he doesn't spill any of the lures - that could be a bit rank!
ReplyDeleteI guess I am fortunate in that dept. No traps near our place.
ReplyDeleteI think we have both had our share of conceding -
Oh am I lucky then, when hubby decided he was going to tan the deer hide, he kept it in the garage...whew!
ReplyDeleteMy husband likes to brew his own beer. He works hard and has few hobbies so I encourage this one ~ it makes him happy. However, I have a batch happily brewing (fermenting?) away in our guest bath.
ReplyDelete~Jenny; Black Fox Homestead
Yup. When my eldest son was 13 abd took up trapping Mrs. T conceded on all these same issues..... until one day she found some mice in our freezer for I don't know what purpose. Then the @#$%^ hit the fan, so to speak...:)
ReplyDeleteThat's why I'm single. I always win that way. :-)
ReplyDeleteSometimes there are somethings where you just need to draw the line, a big bold line.
ReplyDeleteYiKeS! I can only say that I'm glad it isn't me in this war... so sorry, Nancy! =)
ReplyDeleteI'm wondering what a boiling trap looks like...so I had to read. Ahhhh..you are talking about "cleaning" traps...isn't that what barns are for?????
ReplyDeleteA war worth winning. Congrats!
ReplyDeleteOy vey!! Draw that line in the sand!
ReplyDeleteyou are a very patient woman. I remember years ago we used to weave rabbit nest in our home before going out on the hunt.
ReplyDeleteShe was not best amused at all.
Have a great weekend.
crank up the grill and boil 'em on the patio! :)
ReplyDeletei loved this post, nancy!
ReplyDeleteand i second michelle montero comment.
big hugs
xx
Well, I through him out so I didn't have to share his life. :)
ReplyDeleteah true love...
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Gosh... my presence here might be in jeopardy with all this 'keep him in line' sentiment floating about. ;-)
ReplyDeleteShane thought of outcome.
Nancy thought of process.
Pro won over Out... this time. :)
No doubt, this is something my husband would do without thinking it was a big deal *roll*
ReplyDeleteLOL...I'd be puttin' my foot down too. The worst that my man does is not put MY tools back where he got them from...but then he does that with his own tools and asks me if I've seen them...duh!
ReplyDeleteThat's what those big iron pots in the great outdoors are for.
ReplyDeleteFarm wife Yup :) You go girl. B
I'm confused, why would you boil a trap? Is it to get rid of the smell?
ReplyDeleteI have to concede to hubby's record collecting, which has taken over our house and garage.
A large garage and attendant junk cars and numerous car parts scattered everywhere around it - were what I finally gave in to. But we compromised and he had a 2 minute walk to the garage. Just far enough that I couldn't see it...except a little glint of sunlight off the windows of the junkers every now and then. L(
ReplyDeleteOh man, and I think it's bad when hubby washes his boots IN THE KITCHEN SINK!! You were right to draw that line girl!
ReplyDeleteStand strong Nancy
ReplyDeleteCleaning engine parts in the sink.
ReplyDeleteAnd oily towels in the sink.
Ugh.
I told him I want a separate sink in the utility room of the farmhouse, for him to clean his oily stuff in.
And I think he's going to do it.
Have a great weekend!
Haha, so funny! Luckily my husband hasn't done anything too hard to live with...yet!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you have at least won the battle. Now off to winning the war!!
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely weekend Nancy :)
Nice shot!
ReplyDeleteComic books adorning walls. Star Wars figures. Oh, I could go on!
ReplyDeleteI like your words today !
ReplyDeleteit took my a while to learn that Dave wanted to be first...when I finally figured that out and put him ahead of me, he made me first, ahead of him.
ReplyDeleteI think my hubby is the one to make the concessions ;-) He has to put up with chickens in the garage, piles of veggies all over the kitchen all summer, a basket of dirty eggs sitting next to the sink, dead chickens being cleaned (not the killing and gutting part, just the final washing) in the sink, smelly barn clothes, turkeys in the back yard, more cats than he wants, and sometimes, just sometimes, a wife who starts talking about goats (and ducks, and geese, and more turkeys, and more cats)...it make him sigh in resignation :)
ReplyDeleteOh so very much has changed. He has stuff strewn all over: ammo, electronics, outdoor gear, books. You name it. I used to be neat and organized (check out my cube at work). Now, what the heck. Is it worth the struggle? No, just roll with it. It would be much worse if he wasn't around for me to be annoyed with his stuff. I'm good with it.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a battle worth winning!
ReplyDeleteWay back in 1973 when I got married I came home one day to find the ENTIRE living room full of opened folding tables covered with green felt. Several people were placing military miniatures around in preparation for war gaming. It lasted well over a week. I was actually fascinated...at first. After several days without the use of the living room, it got a little old but I did let them repeat the games more than several times. Today, I have those military miniatures and they always make me smile. We do what we gotta do :)
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how happy I am to read this and know I'm not the only one with a husband who doesn't see the same boundaries I see. lol My husband is constantly working on our cars, and all too often (like right now) my house/porch looks like an unorganized mechanic's garage. Sigh. I draw the line with putting dirty gloves (or whatever) on the counters and table.
ReplyDeleteHe hasn't tried cleaning hides in the washing machine yet? Leaves hair all over!
ReplyDeleteHi Nancy..that is a sweet light picture and loving thought for the Connecticut tragedy. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteTotally with you on no boiling traps in the house, Nancy. As my husband is an artist, I concede to the fact that there is no pair of slacks or jeans in his wardrobe that is paint free. For a woman that is pretty finicky about stain-free clothing, I've just had to learn to smile and appreciate the fact that he has an incredible God-given talent and count my blessings. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you! No boiling of animal traps in the house...just disgusting.
ReplyDeleteYou farm girls are tough, and deal with things I never imagined. I only deal with stacks of paper that will get filed "one day."
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