So I have been trying to get the D-man to teach me how to mow the lawn. The only experience I have in mowing the lawn was when I was about 15 and my grandfather foolishly let me try and use his riding mower to mow his big lawn. I backed it into a little man made ditch he had in his yard. never again was I allowed to touch it. EVER.
I have always just let the hubster do the yards, period. I have never questioned it, never cared. But, to be fair, the d-man does about 98% of the laundry in the house- sure I might do a load here or there, but he likes to do it and Hey why mess with a good thing? a husband who does the laundry willingly and likes it? well I am not going to question that one. this is a man who also does the dishes every am. so I thought maybe I better learn. with our schedules- he on second shift and me on third it wouldn't hurt me to mow the lawn in the afternoon while the boys are napping and j is in school {wait,, the boys nap? ok scratch that..... while the boys are PLAYING}
Anyway, I have been bugging him for months. and I tend to play the dramatics ie: what if if something happens to you? what if you DIE? what if you are in a COMA? all scenarios of why I would have to GASP mow my own lawn, and I hate to depend on someone so I would rather learn. he always says he wont die and leave me with an unmowed lawn.. I would like to trust that... still.
so this weekend he finally gave in. he showed me how to turn it on, laughed when i at first had a hard time with the pull start thingy {yes thats the TECHNICAL term} and hovered while I mowed, and then when i was done said "can I fix it without you getting mad?" without waiting for an answer he took it and fixed my somewhat squiggly lines in the yard and thanked me for attempting to learn. I said "D did it take a little bit of you rman hood to see me touching your mower?" he said "yeah a little bit".
So I said well d what if you were kidnapped by Marauders? I would HAVE to know what I am doing.. I mean these Mauraders they are mean they could keep you for YEARSSSSSSSSSSS.
"Chrissi, I will make sure I only get kidnapped by Maruauders who will let me come home and mow the lawn"
well as long as we have that settled.
Showing posts with label chores. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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