I grew up with two older brothers which afforded me some lienency when it comes to certain chores. Mainly the physical, “manly” chores such as shoveling the driveway, taking out the trash, and mowing the lawn. I occasionally took out the trash and helped shovel the driveway, but not once did I mow the lawn. I had no desire to do it and I never learned how.
While living in a house with six girls my senior year in college, one of us had to mow the lawn…it was never me. My dear friend Sarah is a handy female-jack-of-all-trades kind of gal and she took on that task, and was able to get some money taken off her rent as a result. Clever bitch!
Fast forward twelve years… Bill has horrible seasonal allergies; we had all been sick and he could barely breath. Mowing the lawn only makes his condition worse. Now, I have never thought to take on the lawn mowing. I have a husband and a bad back, and to me that equaled no mowing of the lawn… but I was feeling bad for my poorly breathing lover and my back was feelin’ pretty good, so I threw caution to the wind and went for it!
I could tell Bill thought I was really going to f#*@ something up by the way he showed me how to control the mower. Common sense things like, “don’t intentionally run over any big debris or branches because it will fly back up in your face.” I think he also thought I would lose control of the red monster and cut my leg off. Whatever was on his mind, I could tell it wasn’t total confidence in me. BUT I nailed it. No one got hurt… I still have all my limbs in tact… the lawn looked great and Bill could breath! I only had mild back pain afterwards but Bill rubbed that out for me. I think I would’ve gotten an even bigger thank you had I not responded to Mikayla’s inquery of why I was mowing the lawn by saying, “Well your Dad is crying about his allergies, so…”
Anyway… I ENJOYED mowing the lawn! I got to listen to music and have some major time to myself. I couldn’t hear anyone; it was like a little escape, one that would make my yard look better too. I want to do it again….and again…and again. My neighbor said to Bill that she was going to have to have a talk with me because no woman should be mowing the lawn. Well screw that! I am Mama…watch me Mow!