Monday Yard Work

My only goal for the day was to cut the back yard. Granted, I got a lot done on my day off. But all that was icing on the cake since none of those things were on my goals for the day. My only goal was the back yard.

But then there was Joey. Just as I was heading out back to cut the grass, he woke up. He didn't want Mommy. Not at all. We tried that. He wanted Daddy! So much so that when I handed him off to Mommy, he broke out in a cry, where I heard her say, "breathe!" He screamed so long, she thought he wasn't going to breathe again. But he did.

Elisa tried to get me to forgo the yard. She said what I needed to do was play with my boy. But I was hard headed. She even said, "why don't you put on your bathing suit, get in the kiddie pool with Joey and a beer, and I will cut the grass for you." I was so hard headed that I passed on that offer. What was I thinking?

But alas, I have to do things my way. I thought I could distract Joey long enough with the sand box or the fire engine to get started. Then, once he saw that I wasn't leaving, and would be right there, all would be well. Not so. As soon as I cranked up the lawn mower, he came around the corner of the house with a face full of tears.

Plan B. I will carry him while cutting the grass! Ha! That lasted all of three strips around the yard.

Plan C. Get the carrier from the garage, put him on my chest and finish the job. Double Ha! It was liked adding a 40 lbs. pack to my chest and heading up a mountain. After three strips across the yard, I was done.

Plan D. Let Andy and Joey play in the pool, while I recover on the porch. Accomplished.

I never did get that beer.