It has begun...
It snuck up on me, so I was a little surprised when it was announced. I knew it was on the way. I knew that it was just one more thing I would have to juggle dinner around. I knew that the house would soon be quiet in the early morning and just before dusk.
Yet, it still blindsided me.
How can that be? I've had over 16 years to get use to the idea. I've been prepared for this event yearly...
Today my hubby announces that his brother is coming in tonight from Houston. By himself. Why is my brother-in-law traveling by himself on a weekend back to Arkansas? It is simple.
Saturday is "work day" at the family hunting grounds.
Do you know what that means?
It means that it is the time of the year when my hubby and the menfolk in his family get ready to make "the camp" their second home. It means that I will not see my hubby in anything but camo unless he is at work or at church, for the next three months. It means that the quest for bragging rights becomes TIME consuming for the men in my life. It means I'm a widow for a time. Actually, I will lose a son for a season too...
Yep! Hunting season and the search for the big buck are about to begin.
The time of year I have to pretend I know what they are talking about, when they are cleaning the guns. The time of year when "Scent Away" laundry detergent replaces Tide. The time of the year when I have to listen to story after story about the "big one" that got away. Or the "monster" Uncle Tom shot. Or there is even Thanksgiving dinner held at the camp. (My kids love it!!!)
I guess I knew what I was getting into when I married him.
However, there is something about the whole hunting pastime that makes me want to go buy some new scrap booking supplies. Or read a good book. Or rent a bunch of girl flicks to watch with my daughter. Or go shopping? Anything but washing the dishes in the sink and tackling the mountain of laundry, camo included.
Hunting...Just one of the perks of living in the south, I guess. My husband sure spends a lot of time trying to "bring home dinner." (Of course I think it is easier and cheaper to just go to Taco Bell...)
Don't worry, I'll be sure to let you know if Hubby and Jr. shoot the BIG one. I know you will all be waiting anxiously. Shoot! I should probably even have a party and take lots of pictures... just as reminders in case I long for a few hours of quiet the other 9 months of the year! :)