One of the chores I detest most is mowing the lawn. Not because it's a man's job or cuz I get sweaty, mainly because we have a difficult front yard. We have this crazy, uneven hill on the side. And despite lots of money spent and time pulling, and mowing with a bag and all that we have these evil, evil weeds that won't go away (mainly cuz our neighbors were gracious enough to mow their lawn WITHOUT a bag on their mower and kindly shared their weed seeds with us). I quit, I don't own this house, I won't spend any more money on beautifying it.
Anyway, yesterday we went out to mow the lawn. I say "we" because I recruited my boys. A lot of people don't understand why I don't make the boys mow the lawn in the first place. Well the very front yard isn't a problem, but I'm not kidding, that side yard is killer and frankly, I'm a control freak. It's hard to push the mower up the hill so the kids start to go crooked and I lose patience. But I was proud of myself, I did let the boys help...I did the hardest part and they took care of the rest. I still need to weedeat because I cannot start our weedeater. Grrrrrrr, it is so frustrating. Apparently I'm not coordinated enough or something. And our edger is terrible, I need to get a new one. Perhaps one night this week I'll send the kids out with some scissors and a butterknife (carefully supervised of course!)
I really miss my husband today...and so does our lawn!