My feelings have changed over the years. Girls and boys in our home both mowed the lawn while growing up, though I never once saw my mom do it. Then I remember thinking it a little funny that my oldest brother's wife (shout out to you Sher ) mowed the lawn before they had kids big enough to do it. Then I got married and when we bought a house it was just one of Hub's jobs. But then life got busier and he got busier and it just didn't make sense to wait for him to come home to mow the lawn while I still watched the kids or for him to do it on Saturdays while I still watched the kids or to expect him to mow the lawn and watch the kids at the same time. Because that, my friends, is called multi-tasking and men can't seem to do it in the family environment.
So it just has become easier for me to do it during the day while the kids are already outside playing. Granted, this is not the most time efficient way as I am constantly having to stop the mower to wrestle kids apart or to push someone on the swing or to pick up all the toys that just got thrown in the way, but it sure beats having Hub come home and having to do it late in the evening or on already busy Saturdays.
Plus, did I mention the great exercise it is? I burn way more calories by mowing than I do by doing dishes. So there you have it. I mow the lawn out of my own choice and not because my Hub makes me or won't do it eventually (though it apparently hurts his pride). In closing I have a picture of my legs. I figured if E could do it in her tanning post, I could do it in my lawn mowing post. It's hard to see but this is two-day-old evidence of the burn I got just on the back of my legs from mowing in the middle of the day.
And then I ran across the next picture, which would have solved all my tan line problems. If only I would have mowed the lawn dressed like this:So sorry if this picture offends anyone. I just couldn't resist!