lolol! Naw.
I was promised that I could go and get permission for certain places for days now. Hasn't happened.
I was promised that we would do fun things this summer. Hasn't happened.
I was promised that once we got the goats, I didn't have to be around them, take care of them, etc. Instead, I have been breaking my back all summer for these stupid things every day.
I was promised that they could help me get boxes, by taking me to a place that has them, and that hasn't happened.
I was promised that we would go river hunting, creek hunting, and fishing, that hasn't happened either.
In short, I am a little fed up with excuses, and having my summer ruined by some sickly goats bought off of the first redneck farmer that crossed their paths. (he is a con artist according to some people. Hmm... didn't I tell you my suspicions earlier this month?) Oh yeah, we were supposed to do the fencing in the late fall, when it's cooler out, and get the goats next spring, not in the dead of summer.
Try not to promise much . Less folks get let down ,and you don't feel bad for not keeping a promise....
Give it time.
You'll get a ride in time as you get more independent.
Having goats without room for them is like getting any stock without being ready. As you well know now...
Maybe , maybe not , some day when you are older you'll wish your parents did not dwell on your mess ups.
Leaving soon to see my Dad ,if he will wake up while I'm there.
Monday he goes for evaluation in a "home" to see if they can take him a little while. If "they" can tolerate each other too.
Major suckage watching a last parent lose their ability to do most things. Independence is a hard thing to give up. Let alone lose regardless.
Can't go back. But I'd like to be forty plus years younger being mad at Dad again or vice versa....Just to see him in charge again. At least in charge of himself.
Up to you.
You can keep the peace (but why) or , not be happy.
Your independence is on you.
Free labor. L.o.l..
Dry-wells by hand.
Digging around a giant white pine and tightening the come along now and then till it falls.
Cutting firewood ,(by hand.)
Work,work work. (Thanks Dad.)
Animals eat before we do.
When I first read my birth certificate my Dads occupation was listed as "Laborer".
Guess what I did for an occupation? Who's fault was that?