First a quick note to George, I understand when a raw nerve gets touched. Most of the time we learn how to avoid getting it bumped, but every now and then it can be tough to avoid.
I think you showed how it doesn't always work perfectly, but like you said you learn to live with it, and hopefully the good outweighs the bad.
I must admit my jealousy of the working relationship the Soapweed and SW have with their wives. I wish I could work with my husband that way. And it isn't a town job that keeps me from it.
My husband works with his father; they are the partners. They discuss everything in their own quiet way, and they work together. When I married my husband I wanted the life of working side by side with my husband. Sometimes, he asks me if he decided to up and leave the ranch and head to a line camp in NV would I go. I keep hoping that each time I tearfully tell him that I would love that, it will finally sink in.
A buddy of his said to him once that of all the wives in the area, he thought I was the only one who would be ok with that kind of roughing it. What a compliment that was to me. How I wish I had the chance to prove it. I hate working in town, so I actually quit. But getting into the "club" that my hubby and his dad share is very tough to do.
You see, I can tag along. They don't mind that. But they work over me. They don't let me pull my weight. They are more experienced and I think that they just unconsciously do everything to get it done efficiently. It's kinda like a cliche, and ever since I was in grade school, I HATED cliches. I watched kids struggle to get "in", and I dug in my heels. I was never gonna grovel for a place in any group.
So when we're doing something and they leave me on the sidelines, and won't show me how to get something done, I admit I feel that same mulish sensation and I don't appreciate it much. If they'd give me a chance they'd see that though inexperienced I have tons of try. It's a strange position to be in, cause I don't want to come across to them as a greenhorn nosing in on their action.
Well, I better quit yakking, or I'll start blubbing, and I know how uncomfortable that makes you guys.

I feel awful when I find myself wishing my fil and mil were out of the picture, and I could have the chance to prove my worth to my man. Any chance I get to steal him away from daddy and go help him out, I take it!
What a great pair of ladies you both have; I wish I knew them and could learn from such women. I tip my hat to the women who made it "in". Bless you all.