Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Don't take yourself too seriously, no one else does :)
I got tickled after reading Tiffany Gannon's latest blog. i know exactly how she feels when it comes to telling the husband dreaded news. I was reminded of a somewhat similar type of situation that occured on Saturday. As I briefly mentioned in my weekend recap, I had a little mishap while mowing the yard. The grass was very green and thick, especially in a low spot in the yard. I noticed the pretty green, full grass. However, I did not notice the mushy puddled up ground underneath it so needless to say when the mower met up with the muddy hole, it sank and almost immediately started spinning. Mud was slinging up all over me. I got covered in mud. I was, of course, laughing thinking about how I hope that at least one of my neighbors was watching this because it would make for a great laugh and why waste a moment like this. After several attempts to push the mower out of my muddy slip and slide, Finally I got it out. At that point I looked back and found that I ripped up a BUNCH of grass. It looked awful AND the only way out was towards the neighbor's yard so a good foot of the grass belonging to them was now gone and muddy tire marks were left instead.
Suddenly, I felt thirteen years old all over again awaiting my dad's reaction after bending his mower blade on a tree root. I felt sick to my stomache. I dreaded Travis's reaction. I felt very much "in trouble". I finished mowing, ran to the garage, grabbed my big ol bag of grass seed, and started spreading it over my mess, I took the cut grass lying in piles and laid it over the spots, which I realized was just silly because that grass would be brown within a few hours but I was feeling desperate. I got the area of the neighbor's yard looking good but the area on our property didn't look so good.
I stood back, looked at the yard, and then it hit me. I'm an adult. I'm not in trouble. Mistakes happen. It really wasn't a big deal. I don't know why I thought some muddy spots in the yard held any signifigance what so ever. There I was with my back side covered in mud, mud in my hair, mud wiped across my face. I turn around and there's my husband laughing at me holding my sweet baby boy who is pointing at his mud covered mommy. Travis had watched my whole adventure from the window. He said he would have came and helped but he saw me laughing and figured I had it all under control. All that dread and he reacted the exact same way I did.