Don't get me wrong, I am truly glad that Jon has a hobby. It is so good for him. His personality has to get out into nature or his stress level escalates. He works so incredibly hard at work and at home that he deserves a break. Hunting has been a long tradition in both our families, and I'm proud of him for doing it. Plus, this Southern girl loves her some no fat venison. It's all I cook with, but I'm not as fond of the turkey though I intend to do a better job of cooking it this time. Plus, his obsession with this hobby helps him not only understand but also support my scrapbooking osession. Although, if when I complain about him hunting too much he says, "If you could only scrapbook a few weeks a year, you'd go too" one more time, I will have to hurt him!
I truly love it for him, but I hate it for me! He goes before sun up which means I never get to sleep in, and I have to deal with SONS up at SUN up! The worst part is that he is a tired shell of himself for the rest of the day, week even. Yet, he is pretty darn cute when he gets something and has that sweet, excited little boy grin!
Last year began an all new chapter- the juvenile hunt. Now Jackson is old enough to hunt with him, a day Jon has been dreaming of since we first saw the you-know-what in our first ultrasound (incidentally, Jackson was also making his hand into a gun at that same ultrasound before we saw his sex, so I knew even then this day was coming!). I thought Jon got excited when he killed something, but when Jackson got a huge turkey then a deer, Jon was dancing around like he'd won the lottery (so much so that Jackson was looking at him like he was a mad man!).
So, as if one obsessed husband wasn't enough, Jackson just came rolling out of bed singing, "2 days until turkey season!" I'm not complaining too much though because ONE FINE DAY, Jon will be sitting in the woods with all our boys, and I will be in a quiet house scrapbooking with my equally addicted daughter! Actually, she talks about hunting so much, she may be right in the middle of them, ordering them all around no doubt! Then I'll either be sleeping or freaking out how quiet the house is. Actually, most of you probably don't know this, but I've been shooting since I was 4 (and might be better than some un-named person), so I just might be out there with them?! Nah, sleeping in it is!
All kidding and dreading aside, good luck my handsome husband. Here's to hoping you bring home the bacon, turkey bacon that is-ha! (sorry bad joke, I'm not really a morning person!) Every time I have bad hunting thought I'll keep in mind there's nothing else in this world that can put a smile like this on our sweet boy's face:
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