Lawn Widow

For some reason this post never made it onto the blog but it was such a significant piece of my fall that I must record it.

In the spirit of Thanksgiving and my current focus on being content, I hate to complain, but…I have become a lawn widow. I get that men are inherently designed to be connected to the ground and to exercise dominion over the “earth” but my Saturdays…and Sundays have SUCKED ever since the leaves have been falling. We’ve talked about the lawn service idea and just letting the leaves wait until they all fall but those conversations end in conflict every time.

The only redemptive part is that the boys really enjoy playing in the leaf piles and it keeps them out of the laundry piles.