11 Days Until Vacation

I wanted to mow my yard Monday. The day was cooler than usual and no rain, the girls can swim, I enjoy watching them swim . I jump into it. I've got new music on the girls IPODS, the exercise is going to feel great, and jumping in the pool after I'm finished is going to feel even better. I think I must have been dreaming because reality slapped me in the face.


This is reality:

I'm driving home Pat Benatar blasting in the van (my new mixed cd I made), windows rolled down, can't wait to get home and get some good old yard work done. I whip in the drive way, loving my pretty red gate, then I remember, my gate openers are in the house, not in the van to open it for me, dang it. I talk with Kailey, (babysitter) and get to work getting ready to mow. I'm looking for my worn out Nike that I mow in, can't find them. They should be in the laundry room, they are not. Child #2, Taylor, comes in from outside with them behind her back. SHE, child with 30,000 pairs of shoes, wore MY shoes to go under the deck where, yes, it is MUDDY and WET from the rain the other night. So, I'm going to give mowing with flip flops a try. Probably not a good idea since I live on Crowley's Ridge and half of my yard is down hill.


I have to push mow. Why? Because Me, Myself and I broke the riding mower, last time. I prime the mower, tug on the cord, prime, tug, finally it starts and runs for one short lap. Ugh! (I say this loudly) The same thing happens again. URRRGGGGHHH! I hear the echo this time. (My nephew/neighbor could hear me and thought that the girls were getting into trouble).

This goes on for 30 min until I finally give up and decide to weed eat.


I have a gas weed eater...heaviest thing ever to use. I see that Tim has gotten himself a new "feather lite" weed eater that claims to start easily after 6 pulls of the cord. LIAR.
Drake (lovable wonder dog) breaks out of his pen several times. This irritates me just a teeny tiny bit.


I'm hot and aggravated so I'm going swimming. I tell the girls to get out and shower, I'm swimming alone...not totally alone, with the mosquito's, which means that Tim needs to spray again. I swam for maybe 10 minutes.

On a brighter note, the girls made dinner. Mary Margaret made ham salad and Taylor made chicken salad. I'll tell M&M to write a post and let you all know how the recipes turned out.