Soccer games, nagging, and farming adventures

Well, it's Saturday afternoon. And today hasn't been horrible really, but it has been a complete beating. After a two hour softball practice last night, my family and I drove back out to my mom's so that my daughter could attend her cousin's pre-birthday party slumber party, since she had a game during the actual party (does that make sense?). Maybe it was just me, but I really don't think so. Anyway, my wife has been in a really pissy mood--not at me--but just bickering at the kids. And when she gets going, she's like the fucking Energizer bunny . . .just going . . .and going . . .and going. Usually, in times such as these, I will calmly say my wife's name in a very low tone of voice so that she is aware that she is really doing little more than nagging. And although it was not directed at me, simply hearing it sucks the lifeforce from my person.

So last night driving to my mother's, she was berating/arguing/nagging my daughter, and I was really too tired and aggravated to listen to it. So as she continued, I began to turn the stereo volume up louder and louder. My wife looks over and says, "I'm trying to talk to her." "I know," I answered and turned the music up a bit more. So she backs off my daughter finally, and then she wants to talk about random shit. Shit that I really don't want to fucking hear about, much less discuss. So the music is blaring, I'm singing and playing the steering wheel guitar in a manner which clearly says "I'm trying to have a good time and relax. Please fuck off." Apparently, what I thought was a clear message was sadly misinterpreted by the spouse. She talked the entire way (it's about an hour's worth of driving), though I can't say what she talked about because I refused to acknowledge it through anything except a quick glance and a nod. Sometimes I both glanced and nodded. But we all know that I was just pretending.

This morning began much the same way. I was replacing some electrical outlets in the room we are remodeling and asked her to run to Lowe's and buy another box of plugs. I wanted to finish the job ASAP so we could return home as quickly as possible. She began to have a discussion about ceiling fans and other shit. I told her I would not be doing ceiling fans or other shit and that I just needed more plugs. She continued to push the conversation toward ceiling fans. What the fuck, I thought as I imagined myself holding an AK-47 or perhaps a freshly-sharpened machete. "Never mind." I walked out. Naturally she followed me back to where I was working so that she could tell me how much she wasn't trying to fucking argue. I told her I know she wasn't trying to argue (which was complete bullshit--I just didn't want to argue about her arguing/not arguing). So I went to get the shit myself.

Things then got much better. I had my shopping adventure and then decided to visit my dad on his dairy farm. He was cleaning up after the morning shift, so we just shot the shit for a little while. We also had to track about 15 springing heifers (this is a term meaning pregnant for those not familiar with this discourse community) that had busted through a fence. So we rounded them up and found one had actually given birth during her jailbreak. It reminded me a lot of how relaxing that kind of lifestyle can be, riding around on a fucking tractor and pulling a trailer--both of which I did today. Then I stepped in cowshit and remembered that it wasn't all good times.

My daughter's soccer game was an abysmal failure. We lost 7-1. I am a very competitive person, so losing really gets under my skin. After about 4-1, I was considering leaving and never coming back. It was horrible. Especially when the poor girls are just looking at each other like "man, we fucking suck." It's depressing. Add that fact to my wife's nagging, which has yet to let up (it's like a fucking slow drizzle, sometimes it lightens a bit but it never stops). Needless to say, I was hoping to get some academic work done, but it appears that beer will take the priority. I need to fucking relax.