Hard Working Air Head

Guys, I'm such a dork.

Yesterday was Lola's preschool day, so it was my, hurry-up-and-sand-prime-paint-day.  The night before I asked Nathan to hang the cabinet doors so I could paint them while they hung (I've already painted where the hinges go.  This is just my way.  Painting both sides of hung doors instead of one side at a time of the laying down doors.)

So I asked him to hang them for me and he said he also needed to mow the lawn.  Then he sighed and said it's hard coming in from work just to head out and mow for an hour.  He wants to chill with the family and check his email and play his guitar.

It struck me the next morning that, since I didn't have Lola, I could mow while the primer dried on my drawers.  Then Nathan would be free to relax and possibly hang my cabinet doors. :)

For the first time in 10 years I mowed a lawn.  I always tell Nathan that I'd love to mow one evening if he'll just watch the kids.  But he always said he loved mowing.  So, for 10 years my husband takes on the manly job of mowing.
Finally I've reached the place in my life where I can mow again.  I guess we'll be fighting over the job now.  It was really fun at first.  I love mowing.  Then all of the sudden the mowing got harder.  I used all my might to push and it kept getting bogged down.  I finally got the back yard done and went to the front.  This was even harder!  I was pushing so hard, my triceps were dying.

I would push and grunt and take a charging run at every clump of grass.  The back of the mower would lift up and the front would just be stuck there.  I'm sure the neighbors were peaking through their curtains and laughing at me.

As ridiculous as this was, I was determined to have it done when Nathan got home.  I didn't want to call him for help because I wanted to surprise him.

My eyes were full of sweat and the mail man gave me a weird look.  I just nodded my sweaty head and kept taking running charges.  I don't care what the mail man thinks.  I'm just working hard to surprise my husband when he pulls in the driveway.  If he wants to stare because a lady is grunting at her lawn, so be it.

Eventually the mower ran out of gas and I had to stop.  Darn.  I stood back and looked at my work and noticed it looked quite butchered.  Oh well, time to shower and go get Lola from preschool.

When Nathan pulled in the driveway, I knew he would notice that someone had hacked half his lawn.  It was quite a sight.  But he gave me a big hug anyway. :)
It never fails that when I try to do something without his help (to surprise him), I end up going about it in a much more difficult fashion than I had to, and it ends up being sloppy or messed up.

Nathan showed me that I must have bumped something while mowing the backyard and while the back of the mower blade was up to a #4, the front had dropped to a #1, thereby making my job extremely difficult and unevenly chopped.

The combination of my being an airhead and my drive to get a job done usually bring about laughable results.  It's bad and I know it's bad, but I keep going.  I think Nathan loves me more for it though. :)  We had a good laugh and I got a good workout.