A right royal twat.

Someone made a comment the other day that initially got my back up and put me on the defensive  it then it got me thinking and now I am at the rant stage. So hold onto your hats.
We were talking about my new job and the hours I'm doing blah blah blah blah and the man I was conversing with proceeded to tell me how tired my husband looks since I started this job and he really hoped I was still looking after my family.
I very ferociously told him, with eyes ablaze that yes, that was a given. I stopped myself there but well, now I will start where I left off and tell you what I could have said if hindsight had have kicked in a tad faster.
Firstly, let me tell you that I have had quite a few similar comments and it appalls and amazes me to think that people in 2014 think that the job of looking after a family lies solely on the Mum's shoulders. I work about 30 hours a week my husband works at least 60 and has done forever. The expectations that society puts on him is to earn money and perhaps play sport with the kids and teach them about boy things. The expectation put on me is to raise the kids, feed everyone with my husbands hard earned cash and clean, tidy and wash clothes till my little heart sings.
Well, the thing is that in my house my husband is a way better cook than me, enjoys ironing and knows where the vacuum cleaner is, we share the load and I earn my share of the income. The kids love hanging out with their Dad, he teaches them their letters and numbers and something really important as well, that life is limitless and gender is irrelevant.
What really matters is not if Mum chooses to stay home or go to work it's that the kids are getting what they need,that they know they are loved and that everyone is on an equal footing.
So here's what I really should have said to the man with the mind of a Neanderthal. My husband may look exhausted but that is not because my family is being neglected it's because life is exhausting. I too am knackered, tired of people like you who think people like me should stay home and never have a deeper thought than what to cook for dinner or have an opinion. An opinion such as this, that you Sir are an idiot and a right royal twat.

Oh for a quiet life.

Nobody else wanted my dog, and that's pretty much why I now have him. I often wonder why no one else wanted such a lovely, handsome and goofy fellow, he loves the kids and he has a clumsiness that is very endearing…... but then there are times like today that I don't bloody want him either.
He is a hunterway collie cross and like many of his kind he has a wiring of the brain issue. It only happens now and again but when a slight adjustment of the minute connections causes a fuse out, he loses the plot.
He generally co-exists with the ponies, no problem. But for reasons that hold no common link he sometimes decides to jump the fence and run around and around and then when they eventually get fed up and bugger off he gives chase.
Its not ideal, he is quite large and they are quite fast and his ears turn off and as I said his brain becomes awash with instinct. I do what I generally do when something is not going as I had planned, I yell and I scream and I stamp my foot. …..but he couldn't give a hoot.
When he is done, he smiles at me, yes smiles and I tell him that he is naughty and then he behaves himself for awhile. But well it is only a matter of time before he does it again and I have to wonder why….why do I have to have a dog with a Jekyll and Hyde syndrome, I wish only for a simple life, with quiet children, lawns that mow themselves and a dog that doesn't malfunction.