Aspiring HOUSE wife, not YARD wife

I reallyreallyreally wanted to grab a cup of coffee and start my morning on the deck today. Basking in the morning sun, listening to the babbling brook behind our house, flipping through my flashcards, miraculously memorizing each little morsel of drug info at first glance while sipping coffee flavored with my FAVORITE cinnamon bun flavored coffee-mate creamer.

I went to sleep with that image in my head. I MADE PLANS. But it's raining.

Drats.

Apparently we can't call the shots in life. Who knew?

But the good thing about all of this rain is that it didn't happen yesterday. And I GOT to mow the lawn yesterday and didn't put it off till today. And I bring up this mundane point that I mowed the lawn because it was the first time ever that I have mowed the lawn. (!)

{AND I know you're not suppose to start sentences with "and", which I do often. Just thought I should let you know that I do know better. It's just not going to stop me.}

It wasn't just a great chance for a learning opportunity, it was necessary. Nick would have done it on Sunday but the ground was too wet. If we waited till he came back in a couple weeks, we would have risked coming back to possible death threats from the neighbors and home owners association.







Since I was too depressed, (he was leaving on Sunday to go back for the work week), I wouldn't follow him out to the garage for him to teach me how to start the mower and other vital information necessary to use the monster. I wallowed on the couch in my misery of losing my husband for a week and said I would ask my mom to show me when she came on Monday.

What was mom's response when I told her I needed to learn how to turn on the mower? "First of all, you don't turn on a lawn mower, you start it."

Oops. I was already off to a bad start with improper lingo. I would never last in prison. I would use all the wrong terms and get beat to death on the first day.

So anywho, Mom was dressed and ready to go for her second day of shopping on Tuesday afternoon, but she pulled out the mower, started it, and pushed it around the yard several times to show me what to do, in her nice clothes and shoes I might add. Crazy sweet, right?

The end of the story is that I got it all done, it was nice that it was an overcast day, there was a breeze, and that no one I know was around to see me struggle with pushing it or watch me almost lose the whole contraption into the creek several times. I'm pretty sure Nick would have been upset about the new mower drowning and all.


I don't know how I got to 25 years of age and have never mowed the grass before. I had chores growing up - weeding the flower beds, ironing clothes, cleaning the house... but never EVER did anyone ask me to mow the grass. My parents know best how clutsy I am, how weak my wiry arms were, and I'm sure they made the decision it would be best if I didn't attempt it because they didn't have the time to sit in the ER.

But now I'm grown up. Nick asked me how it went. I told him it was fine and I never wanted to do it again. He said I didn't have to. YAY! Now to nurse my sore shoulders and look into buying cute little goats that make cool pets and will absolutely LOVE to cut the grass.