The Bane of My Existence

Yes, a lawn mower. The number one reason why I watied soooooo long to buy a house. Why I lived in apartments surrounded by concrete. I hate to mow.

I never mowed growing up. That was Wade's domain along with mom and dad. I can count two times when I mowed while I lived at home. Once when I high school and we lived on 17th street in Leavenworth and I did part of the backyard. The second time the week after I graduated High School as a suprise for my parents.

After the constant rain the grass looked a little long so I decided that I should mow the grass. Keep in mind that my mower has sat empty of gas for two weeks and I'm not sure it had been run yet this year. (My neighbor in KS was mowing for me). So Grace and ran to the gas station to buy a new gas can and some gas. After 15 minutes of fighting it I finally got the mower running and 30 minutes after that I was done.

Yes 30 minutes. No we don't have a huge yard but it is bigger than our old one. And for the most part it's flatish. AND there are no terraces to contend with so that cut down the time. Can I say I'm glad I don't live in the other side of this house. They have a HUGE front yard, a comparable side yard, though it's not on a hill and an equal backyard to ours. AHHH a small blessing.

Being the good mommy that I am I have properly taught Gracie to respect/fear the mower so she stays on the driveway/patio/porch/deck whatever the case may be and yells at me the whole time to be careful!

Tomorrow I'm going to start looking for a lawn service for July and August. I can do this when it's cool but not in the triple digit heat.