I used our weedeater today. I had thought it didn't work; that thought might have been put there by the ex, not sure, doesn't matter, cause it does work and I used it today. When the string broke, I called a friend and asked if I could run by his house and show it to him so he could SHOW ME how to get the lid thing off so I could change the string, which he did. I then proceeded to get the rest of that clingy stringy yellow greeny thingy which grows over the curb. The string broke a few times, and I fixed it everytime. My hands ache right now, but it's a GOOD ACHE, as I'm doing MORE than my husband wouldn't do! I"m taking care of this yard, while taking care of the kids, while going to school. I can do it. I'm enjoying it. Yeah, you might be thinking "just wait till you've had to use that weedeater a few more times, you won't be enjoying it." Maybe not. But I'll enjoy not enjoying it. Cause I'm doing it. Besides, I like mowing the lawn. Something about making the lines, it is satisfying. Probably the same reason why I like folding laundry (especially towels, I LOVE folding towels!) It brings about order. A sense of peace. Balance. Organization, ah, what it can do for the mind.
Ok, so I'm weird. You all knew that already.
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