Some Normalcy within the Crazy

Saturday we headed to Stephenville to buck the little bulls.  I was quite proud of myself Friday evening though.  The husband had went to get the trailer tire fixed right before I got home.  The yearlings were not cooperating with him to pen.  So when I got home, I thought I would give it a shot.  I sent the husband a text not to come home until I let him know, didn't want him messin' me up driving back up with the trailer! Sure enough, I got the little ones penned.  Plus, the husband didn't need to be moving panels around.  They are pretty heavy.  Momma handled it. ;)

Next morning, I got the babies loaded in the trailer for the husband too.  I don't know what I'm thinking.  Aren't I suppose to let him think I can't do these things?! ;) He'll go expecting me to do more stuff now! He was still pretty sore and miserable from his bone marrow biopsy times THREE. When we arrived to Stephenville, we had a lot of help.  Dean, Bob, Jay and Wyatt took care of the bulls.  They made the husband sit and watch.  I so appreciated that.  Because I know for a fact, the husband would have done something he wasn't suppose to.  Anyhow, here is one of the guys from Saturday...

Psycho.

Sunday, we hung around the house.  Sherman came out and unloaded feed for us.  He also helped the husband put the bed back on the pug (like a gator).  I happen to be watching from the kitchen window as the husband attempted to lift it.  UGH!  So I had to go out and let him know that I was watching.  Gotta keep an eye on him!  He told me to quit spying. LOL

Today, he had his PET scan and bone survey.  I really don't know why they tell you to get there so early.  We just sat for an hour waiting for his appointment.  Sure enough, they called him in right on time.  But by then, he had grown impatient from the unnecessary wait. He goes back on Wednesday for an MRI.  I told him to not go early.  They already pre-registered him today for it.  So he just has to stop by and pick up his ID bracelet.  Plus I won't be there to cool his jets.

After his appointments, we went grocery shopping.  He actually told me he wanted salad fixins! Whoa, the things I never thought I would hear come out of his mouth.  So we loaded up on veggies and fruits.  Came home and cut everything up.  He'll be able to just throw it in his lunch bag and go.

The evening ended with us putting out hay.  Who knew the simple task of putting out hay would be so comforting.