Oh come on. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you remember my Mother’s Day post? The one where I vowed to never have sex again? Or at least for 6 months (I keep trying to convince Travis that the Dr. said 6 months instead of 6 weeks). No, I’m not pregnant. My big announcement is this: I HATE working in my yard.
Last year was the first year we’ve ever had a yard. I very much enjoyed sending my kids out to play in it, and they had a blast on the slip-n-slide for most of May and June until we left for the summer while they tore our house apart. Since I knew we were doing tons of construction, I didn’t give yard work a single thought. What was the point?
In the fall, we hired our ace contractor Met to rip out our yard. He put in a new slate path, and pulled out all the old shrubs, and then we reseeded the lawn. The ripping out and path went well; the reseeding? Not so much. Our lawn looks like it underwent chemotherapy; there are HUGE patches with no grass growing at all, tons of weeds, and about 300 cigarette butts that some idiot keeps throwing in my lawn. I was able to ignore the yard again, because we were getting siding put on, and anything planted would surely be killed by the guys re-siding the house.
So now the siding is done. Today, Travis went out there with the weed whacker and cleaned up what he could, and then I begged him to take the kids to the zoo since our pass is about to expire and there’s no chance I want to take them with a new baby. In exchange, I promised to begin painting our front door and reseed the spots of grass that are bare.
The door went well. I caulked the heck out of it, spray painted the knocker a nice silver color, painted the door jamb white (some joker had decided to paint it red), and taped it up. Tomorrow I will paint it a nice, shiny black.
Then I began the lawn work and it was all downhill from there. What is it that people like about this? My neighbor Tania has been working in her yard for two solid weeks now. Their yard looks fantastic... but come on. There are about 300 other things I would rather be doing with my time... like blogging. Or painting my toenails. Or catching up with PerezHilton.com. Or watching old episodes of Felicity, which is what my mom was doing while “manning the baby”, who slept for 5 hours while I was laboring out in the hot sun.
So I made a decision, right then and there. No more yard work for me. I’m out. Anybody know a good gardener I can call?