I’ll be the first to admit that I am…. a control freak. I make supper because I know how I like it, and I admittedly know that it’s my job. I love that part of my job. I’m the planner, the habitual list maker, event scheduler and the menu maker.
The control factor comes in when Rooster asks if he can help with anything. I usually tell him to go relax and drink a beer… because he’s either going to cut himself chopping onions and garlic, or not to the chopping of the things the way I do.
Look, I know it’s an issue. I know that I do it. I know why I do it…. but I can’t stop
When the boys want to feed the chickens, get water for the ducks, gather the eggs… I let them. I will admit that I want so badly to say “no, not like that.” But I refrain. They all are helping, and I appreciate the help.
It’s easy being me because I am blessed, lucky even. I know this. It’s easy to cook every night; unless it’s grilling season. That’s when Rooster really shines in the “kitchen”, but if I’m not cooking I don’t know what to do with myself… again control
I love my life today, and every day since meeting Rooster. He does more than his share and always wants to help. When I tell him to sit, relax, and enjoy a beer… he doesn’t. He sits on the kitchen counter and talks to me, or just watches and asks questions. He’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and I’m sooooo thankful. So, yes, my life is simple, and so easy to live.