Ahhhh…look at it. Isn’t it beautiful? Ok, maybe not really. I rent, so it’s not as pretty as it would be if it were truly mine. But, I have to say this was single-handedly one of the best decisions I made this summer: Hiring a Lawn Service.
I had to face it, a single mom has to be it all and do it all. My kids are gone most weekends, so every moment we have during the week is very important to me. I have to create time in the middle of the week to spare with them. Pretend Thursday night is our Friday night. Use the weekends to play catch up on the laundry and everything else that needs to wait while I work full-time. Anything that gets in the way of me enjoying this short time of them being small goes to the weekend. I also do my own downtime then.
This lawn thing was really stressing me out.
It’s just about an hour to do. But, it’s hard to come to the realization you can’t do it all. Especially for me.
I can do anything! I am woman, hear me roar.
I’ll fight anyone tooth and nail who holds my gender against me. Which happens more often than I care to admit in rural Nebraska.
For example, the male neighbors who all sat there and literally watched me in pairs each weekend struggle with my dying mower engine that is about ready to explode because I’m not really mowing grass in some spots, it’s thick weeds and crab grass.
Cruising by on their riders and tractors, avoiding eye contact.
The same ones who watch that same dying mower struggle with a huge mole infestation that my landlord won’t address and I refuse to keep complaining. Fine. You want a destroyed yard? You got it. I’m constantly sensing they are thinking I wouldn’t have this problem if I still had a man around.
Wrong – I always took care of the lawn and garden you old fashioned pukes. So, stick it.
I’m feisty like that.
Anyway, I digress. The important thing here is that I just love the look of a freshly mowed yard, that satisfaction of having it look nice. The thought of, “This place isn’t so bad, it’s kind of cute” when it is actually mowed.
My lawn service does a better job of it than I ever did. They have an edger, better equipment and they bag it to take away with them. Awesomeness.
I think I will sit out on my front porch later tonight to admire it under the big Nebraska sky, with a sweatshirt on, enjoying some of that cool, Canadian air that made it down here this week. Yes.
No comments:
Post a Comment