My husband broke his toe this week in a rambunctious brawl with the boys. (Sometimes I think he is worse than the kids — the instigator.)
Taking his plight into consideration, I decided to go where I never thought I would go … where I never thought I could go … and that’s making a date with the Lawn-Boy.
Now in some circumstances, when you have a real young man that takes care of the yard, this might not be such a bad situation. Unfortunately, for us, we don’t.
Yes, I mowed the entire yard — all by myself. I have never even started up a push mower in my entire life. It may have taken me twice as long, and there may have been moments when on-looking neighbors were laughing at me, but I made it through — our steep backyard and all.
What can I say? I realize now I’ve been a kept woman. I went straight from having a dad who mowed the lawn to being married, and therefore, having a husband to do the dirty work for me.
It was Miss Scarlet, with the candlestick, in the Library.
Remember that game? Clue (Cluedo outside the U.S.) was invented in England in 1944. It was the original who-done-it game; collect bits of information to find out who committed the crime.
I’ve been reminded of fond memories of playing this beloved board game as I have been playing my own, modern-day form of the game with my children as of late.
Trying to get any information out of two little boys requires quite the investigation and interrogation. And even then, you are left wondering if the information provided holds any truth at all?
Nobody wants to confess to anything at my house. Who hit whom first? Who made a mess in the bathroom? Who wrote on the wall? Who started it?
So, I did well. I made it through the entire day, keeping myself extra busy … and I didn’t even cry. I’ll admit, I might have held back a tear or two, but I’m brave, and I certainly didn’t want to make him worry even more.
Standing there in the gym, I now felt anxious. Where was he? I really just wanted to grab him and get out of this crowd. I let out a sigh of relief when I finally saw his teacher entering the gym with a little line of heads right behind her.
But the instant I saw him, my eyes suddenly swelled with tears. I could no longer hold them back, and a few gently rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them away as quickly as I could, before anyone could see them … other people might see those tears and think I am one of those crazy, attached moms. You know the kind who’s holding on to the kid, as he says, “It’s OK mom, you can let go now.”
