It's Nothing Like That.

 I woke up this morning again at six, not intentionally but because I forgot to stop the alarm from yesterday. I could hear dad getting ready to go out and thought to get up and go with him but remembered that he said that it wasn't necessary which I took to mean he didn't want me to. 

Even though this was something that was discussed and settled to a good outcome last night I still felt a bit funny about it, especially at that time in a morning when for me things can easily seem worse than they are for some reason. I think the trouble is that I haven't been out with him since what happened yesterday so it sort of feels like I've blown it as far as helping him goes. I really need to go out with him again just to prove to my stupid mind that everything is still okay. Then I remembered what mum said to me on holiday about how I needed to talk about my problems rather than over think them and try to sort them all out by myself.

I ended up being woken at eight by mum, which I then felt bad about as I didn't want to be that person that they needed to kicked out of bed every morning. She just said that I must want the rest, which was kind of her, but in reality I need to set my alarm to the correct time.

When I was helping mum to set the table and get ready for breakfast I decided to say the above to her. About the going out on the farm with dad business.

"Come here you dafty" She said.

"It's nothing like that in the slightest. It's just that it's wet and cold outside, you don't have any proper clothes yet and there is nothing you can really do to help yet when it comes to the cows so what's the point in dragging yourself around the yard at six in the morning? Also I know he has better things for you to do with your time that's going to be of more help to your dad than messing with bloomin' cows. We call them cows but in fact they are actually all young bulls and you know as well as I what fools they can be, pushing and shoving and goodness know what else that take their fancy, they'll have no respect for you at all, not the slightest. It's best to leave them to an old bull like Eric to sort them out." she said with her arm around me.

It feels so nice having a proper mum, I'm in danger of looking for more problems just so I can take them to her!