ORANGE WITH ENVY

Saturday happens to be the date, of the annual fight between my Husband and I. Last year was a doozy. It almost lead to a divorce. Atleast once a year, he leaves me home with the kids. Let me explain when I say, leaves me home with the kids. We are a blended family. We only have all three of the boys together, every other weekend. The weekends inbetween, they are with their other parents. He doesn't purposely plan on going to Football games on our weekends, it just happens that way. So far, this will be the second Oklahoma State Football game that he's attended this season. Both landed on our weekends. I understand that, he loves Football. I honestly don't enjoy it. I also realize that, he needs, his guy time. Time to scratch himself, drink beer, smoke, check out women, pass gas, eat fattening food, and cheer for his team. I'm not stupid, nor am I completely selfish. I even had an opportunity, to go this time if I wanted. Heck, I've had an opportunity to go every time. Once again, I took a pass on tagging along.

Let's be realistic, I know when I'm truly not wanted. Again, if it's the least bit cold, I'm not going. One hundred pound women, don't stay very warm. I don't have any meat on my bones. I suppose that, I'll be ok with the kids by myself. I'll find things to do, and I'll be fine. I am fully capable of taking care of children. That's what I do best. Besides, the oldest is going with my husband. That only leaves me with two kids to take care of. Hey... one of them is going with him? That means, he'll have to behave himself. I never thought of it that way. He'll have to be somewhat responsible. He won't make a complete Ass of himself, in front of our kid. Again, the neighbor is going to. It's all good, I'm just jealous. Well, I need to get busy. Go Pokes! Catch ya'll some other time.