**Just a note to all 5 of my readers that are NOT my hubby. This post is really, REALLY boring. I mean it mostly to make Mr. Barefoot feel bad that he is out west relaxing (he even took the laptop, the dog) while I am at home busting my hump. Is it working, honey?**
This morning Mr. Barefoot woke me at 4:40am. No, I did not kill him (though I thought about it most seriously). This was something we had planned, since he had to be to the airport at 6:30am to catch his flight to CA.
Yeah, you read that right. My beloved hubby is off in CA, childless, chilling out with his Dad and Step-Mom while I am home slaving away.
The man had better believe I love him. Geesh.
Anyway. Since I got home at 8am (a much more reasonable hour to be first opening your eyes, in my humble opinion), I decided that with a beautiful day ahead of me and no husband to tell me that he doesn't like my ideas I was going to get some yard work done.
I filled two garden beds with dirt and compost. That sounds pretty easy until you realise that I first had to pull the grass out of a funny little raised bed the previous owners had done up, then shovel the dirt out of that bed into a wheelbarrow, and finally haul each load of dirt over to my veggie beds and dump it in.
It took a long time, and I was sweating like a horse when I finished that particular job.
After that, I did some raking. You would not believe all the places leaves like to hide! Every time I thought I had the last little bit taken care of, I found another pile hidden in another corner. What I am gonna do with all these leaves every year, I have no idea. It is frightening just to think about it.
Raking (presumably) finished, I started putzing with the little side yard where Lily-of-the-Valley has been running rampant. About midway through that job, I decided to take a break and make some stepping stones. I make my own out of the quick setting concrete and whatever I can find for moulds. Right now I am using 8x8 aluminum cake pans, cuz I need lots for this really cool walkway I am gonna be installing soon. I have used the drip trays for flower pots in the past, and those work really well. They're re-usable, too.
Anyway. Little Sprout was an absolute nightmare while I was working with the concrete. She kept playing with the hose and trying to grab fistfuls of 'mud' (concrete). I have never wanted to stick her in a dog kennel more, let me tell you.
I handled it pretty well, and when I finished that little task I fed the little one and laid her down for a nap. By that time I needed one, too, so down I went and slept like a baby for the next couple of hours.
When I woke, Big Sprout had gotten home from school. I did a load of laundry, started supper, cleaned the kitchen and dining rooms, swept the floors, and wiped all the crumbs and jelly smears from every surface in the house.
By the way, how in the world can a kid manage to get jelly on the back of their chair? Just wondering.
After feeding the kids and Wolfie (cuz it's Thursday, and that means Wolfie Day), I headed back outside for more rock hauling and Lilly-of-the-Valley killing. Bath and bed for the Sprout's at 8pm, and back outside for this poor Mommy. I kept going until the light was gone, and now am taking a few well deserved moments of rest before crawling this tired old body into bed.
The truly sick thing is that I am hoping to accomplish as much or more tomorrow. There has got to be something wrong with me.....