Demoted?

The guys are finally getting seed into the ground and I have been on call as a runner to do whatever they need me to do from running for parts, checking cows, helping move machinery and the dreaded.....making lunches.

My mother-in-law has spoiled these guys for years.  She's a great cook and always has a plan and as R always tells me, "she cooks with love".  I don't.  I dislike everything to do with food.  I don't like to buy it (my goal in a grocery store--get in and out as fast as possible), don't like to cook it, don't like to clean up after cooking it, get a bellyache when I eat, and then there's the whole excretion thing.  It's hard to come up with good meals when you don't care if you eat.  If I lived alone I'd probably live on popcorn, yogurt and toast.

M and I have had a few disagreements because of his need to eat on a regular basis, especially when traveling.  I just want to get where we're going and don't care if I eat on the way.  I've learned that he NEEDS to eat on a regular basis and try to be more understanding.

The past few years I've tried to help my mother-in-law out some and usually would do the delivery to the field.  But, it appears that my in-laws are not coming to the farm for the summer and the job will fall entirely to me.  M asked his mom if she could bring something out on Monday since I will be at my town job.  Well, no, she can't because she has cards at the Senior Citizens.  Never should have bought that house in town!!  I may have to have her go shopping for me and make buns every week.  I'm sure the guys are as nervous about it as I am, and are probably afraid they're going to starve.  They might need to learn to pack a lunch or have their wives pack one for them (the other wives actually like to cook--what's wrong with this picture?).  One of these days they are going to have to figure out that I cannot be everywhere and do everything.

I've got to go because I'm baking buns.  See, I'm trying!