My yard is overgrown, really bad, I have an acre of land that is open and needs to be maintained (plus a forest area, but I don’t have to do anything with that), but there are boulders everywhere so even with my riding lawn mower there are quite a few spots that need to be done by hand. So, today, seeing as I had such bad luck with the exercise games, I decided I would start the yardwork. Whew, am I tired. After only two hours of raking and weedwhacking I decided I needed help. So, I called in the troops; C, Z and B. They were slightly less than thrilled at this idea but I tried to make it fun. I brought an old bed sheet out and had them take turns raking the dead leaves and weedwhacker trimmings along the rock wall onto the sheet. Then the other two would haul it off into the forest section of our property. They seemed pretty content with this plan. So, seeing as I was covered in grass juice from the weed whacker I was feeling really itchy and sweaty and nasty. So, I decided to go in and take a shower.
As I’m walking to the house, Z tackles B and makes him cry. (Quick rundown for those who have forgotten… C = 13y/o, Z = 12y/o and B = 8y/o). OK, so I fix that situation with half a can of soda. Then off I go to the peace and serenity of a nice hot shower.
So, I’m in the middle of the shower, soap all over my face, enjoying the peace and quiet when I start hearing ::boom boom boom:: It’s a stereo. And it’s in my house. Although, I’m pretty sure the next town over can hear it. So, I start yelling “Z”‘s name, but alas he can not hear me over the roar of techno tunes.
So, my shower is hurriedly ended and as I step out of the shower, the radio turns down. Now, granted that is a good thing, but still, couldn’t they have turned it down 10 seconds earlier so I could have finished shaving my left leg?????? I mean c’mon!
So, I sit down at the computer after checking on them and making sure they are all still working. And as I sit here in the dining room with the windows open so I can hear the kids (albeit I cannot see them) I partake in this conversation (yelled through open windows)…
C – “Moooooom, Z is taking his clothes off and cars are driving by”
Me – “Z, put your shirt back on”
C – “it’s not his shirt”
B – “ewwwwww, nice underpants”
Ummmm, seriously???? He took his pants off cuz he was hot? Really? Where did he get the idea that it was ok to do yardwork in boxers?!?!?!?!?!?
OK, yardwork time is over. Obviously, I have to be there every second or else I will regret it later. So, I will end this blog and begin bedtime rituals, I think we will all sleep soundly tonight.
See ya tomorrow.