I love her
BUT, she is getting on my last nerve. Trapped in the car with her, listening to a constant whine about why she can’t have a horse of her own and why I won’t let her just go and work in a stable all summer. Another blogger was writing about her 2 yr. old and how sweet he is, I actually got teary remembering those days. You know, I honestly do remember thinking, back then, as I was soaking up the lovin’, about how I really needed to absorb all I could because someday she would be a teen-ager. Well, this evening was certainly one of those times!!!!!!! Whatever about a summer job of some type, and I’m still thinking that one over, there will be NO horse bought by me. Not now, not ever!!!! I have no desire to ever be responsible financially for a horse. The absolute cheapest board around here is close to $3,000.00/yr., then there are vet bills and medicine, transporting—we don’t have a truck or trailer, farrier bills and I’m sure 50 other things I’ve forgotten. We do not have horse money, period. I’ve heard the “I’ll take care of it” line before with the dog. The poor thng would have starved the first month. And she just doesn’t have time.
Anyway, it’s been a typical Sat.: A. had a morning lecture, then I dropped her at the h.s. to go on the bus to an orchestra competition, got myself to the school to hear her school perform, movie-Spyderwick, a few laughs, not really my cup of tea.
Food: bfsk: Grapenuts Flakes, skim, hardboiled egg, blueberries…….lunch: 1/2 plain turkey sandwich, peach yogurt, walnuts………dinner: Wendys—single w/ tomato,lettuce…, sm. chili, frosty
Heading to bed, I think. G’nite, chickadees.
March 2nd, 2008 at 9:38 am
Oh yeah. I remember it well. If it helps a little, I’ll tell you that once they graduate from college and discover what its actually like out there in the cold, cruel world, they’re usually a LOT more appreciative of all you’ve done for them, and sometimes, if you’re real lucky, they’re even quite amazed and grateful that you did so MUCH!
And, digging back into my great and dusty memory bank, I recall going through the “why can’t I have a horse?” stage with at least two of mine. It was actually a relief when they joined ski clubs and it was only about a thosand or so dollars apiece to outfit them. A horse! Lord have mercy!
Hugs,
Z
March 2nd, 2008 at 3:19 pm
Gosh, I remember when I was a teenager just wanting money for a dress to go to prom. I was pooooor! I wouldn’t even fathom a horse…heck I wouldn’t have fathomed a goldfish! Tell her to appreciate her life and mama!
Oh well I guess teens are just that way. I’m glad mine is only 18 months old
He tells me no, it doesn’t matter cuz I’m bigger than him 
March 2nd, 2008 at 5:39 pm
It takes some a little longer than others - but eventually they move out!
March 2nd, 2008 at 7:07 pm
Oh the teen years. That is why they start out as babies because if they started out as teens, God knows we wouldn’t want them. before you know it she will be 18 and starting her own life. Just give her the tools to get her there. Consistency is the big key with a teen.
Big hugs to you!
March 2nd, 2008 at 11:03 pm
I remember whining for a horse when I was 16. I promised I would get a part time job to pay for the keep, but parents said “no”. Realistically, I would have to work so much I would never see the horse! Then my Dad got promoted and while we were on vacation told me I could have the pony I wanted! We got back and he had been sold!! Can you imagine anyone wanting to buy a older boring looking riding stable pony?!! I was heart broken. Eventually I tracked him down - or the owner found out about me and contacted me. We went up to see him. Poor guy had botsfly eggs on his legs, thrush et al. She told me one price and while I was grooming him and visiting with him my Father found her ad on the bulletin board offering him for sale for a much lower price. The b*tch was going to rip me off because she knew I cared about him. Ironically she told me he hated jumping (possibly with her) so when I cleared a high jump with him she was flabergasted. (He had been one of the best jumpers at the barn).
Anyway, I am just reminiscing. Even then I knew I couldn’t really afford to keep him - even if my Dad bought him for me. Through the grapevine I heard he passed away a year or two later. I still feel sad thinking about him. Makes me think of that rainbow bridge poem about dead pets.
A will outgrow horses once she gets through high school. Granted it took my Dad two years to notice the smell of manure was gone!
March 3rd, 2008 at 12:33 am
Poor teens - I remember it all too well. Never appreciating what you have and thinking your parents were bottomless barrels of money. Even though you knew there was no damn way they could afford half the things you were dreaming of…
My dad helped me get a car and that really made a difference in my life - but only if he would have helped me get to college instead….
The car wasn’t nearly as valuable as an education….
xo to you for being a fantastic mom… despite the ungratefulness of the wee (maybe not so wee anymore) ones….
xoxoox
March 3rd, 2008 at 2:46 am
Wow! horses ARE expensive.
I guess A will soon make peace with it and move on. Anyway she is SO busy, how will she fit in one huge needy animal? Meanwhile you hang on there and be good to yourself. Once she grows up a bit more, as Ella says she will soom realize what a great mom she has.
love,
iniya
PS I finished watching the 1st season of Numb3rs. They are AWESOME!!!! Thank you so much to introduce me to the world of Don and Charlie Eppes. Also thank you for Dick Francis.
March 3rd, 2008 at 12:25 pm
Because my sister lived on a farm, Caroline was exposed to horses from the get go. At three, she flung herself at me with “I NEED a horse, Mommy”. Off and on over the years she’d give it a try, but we never could afford it. Jessica flings herself at me still, “I NEED a new cell phone”. A ride in the car with her is often very stressful, what with all the complaining. Oy Vey is all I can say. Ella’s right, they grow out of it eventually. Hang in there. You’re doing well!
March 5th, 2008 at 12:02 am
Hang tough on the horse. In a few years she will have a job and can buy her own if she still wants one! They do grow up too fast. My last 3 will all be teenagers at the same time and I wonder how I am gonna handle it. It will be scary I am sure.
I’ve been missing you around here!