I hate to mow.
Before I moved out of my parent's house, I knew I wanted a yard. I knew it would have to be maintained, but I felt like it was important for Dylan to have a yard to play in. Thankfully when we moved, Dylan was almost 12 and definitely capable of mowing the yard. He may not really enjoy it per se, but he usually takes care of it. It's his "job".
Usually, though, there is a least one time each summer that I am forced to mow. And each time this happens, I go into it thinking "This isn't so bad" or "It won't take too long" or some other lie that I tell myself to make me forget how much I hate to mow. Last year when I mowed, Dylan had been visiting his grandparents in Florida and came home on a Saturday. I didn't want to leave the mowing until Monday...so I did it. Of course, it was hot. Of course, it took forever. Of course, I was not (and am still not) in shape and so it worked me to death. But, the "piece de resistance" of the mowing debaucle was when I decided to mow over the grass growing up between the bricks of my front brick pathway. For whatever reason, I thought it would be best to start on my front porch (it's level with the pathway) and go out towards the driveway. So, I moved the mower and attempted to start it...when I pulled back the string on the mower, I slammed my right arm into the door frame of my front door. The same arm that I had broken only a short year earlier. I had a knot on my arm for days. Thankfully, it wasn't broken.
Last night, Dylan had soccer practice. He's going to go out for the high school team and I feel like it's important for him to make as many practices and work outs as possible. Since we've had such little rain, the grass didn't have to be mowed for a couple of weeks. Of course, as fate would have it, we got a lot of rain the week of VBS...which means that our grass was becoming overgrown. To further complicate things, I live at the bottom of a hill (or in a hole as someone told me once)...so, my backyard grows faster than the front. So, since I wanted Dylan to go to practice, I decided to mow.
I told myself "It's not that big of a deal...it won't be so bad...Dylan mows it in about an hour...I should have it done probably in an hour and a half."
I mowed from 6:30 to 8:15...and left a huge spot that still has to be done tonight.
And Dylan isn't feeling well...and has practice again tonight...either way, guess who gets to finish it tonight?
Wish me luck...