We bought this house in the country with a 1 acre yard about 9 years ago because Mike wanted a big yard to "play" in. He has always loved being outside and doing yard work. Me...not so much.
We had a yard full of leaves. In years past, this was Mike's job. Now it is my job. Our oldest son had called on Thursday and asked if he could come and spend a couple of nights. OF COURSE! Yesterday I called him and asked if he could come early and use his pyro skills and help me burn the leaves (we live in the country, don't start a discussion on leaf burning please) He said he would be glad to help. Well, his boss had other thoughts and he ended up having to work today. I called our other son and asked if he could come out and help, and he was watching a movie and had company, so no, he really didn't want to come and help. UHHHH, OK????
So I was working and realized this is my life, doing all the work, getting no help and it's never going to get any better. I needed to talk to my mommy, but she died from breast cancer 9 years ago. So I just kept working, crying, working, feeling sorry for myself.
Well the oldest came out, said he was taking a break and took over the fire duties, while I finished up raking and using the mower to get the leaves gathered up.
I got done, came inside, showered. Mike told me i did a great job and gave me a foot massage.
OK pity party over.




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