You heard me right.

YARD WORK.

Which, apparently, involves more than just picking up the beer bottles and making sure the lawn guys have a clear path to the weeds grass that needs mowing (which, let’s not even get into the irony that I pay a lawn guy so that I can spend MY Sunday up to my nipples in leaves and pine cones, MEH).

It may have involved a trip to Home Depot for IMPLEMENTS and TOOLS.

And, can I just say, if you’re going to get into a fight with your husband in a store, please choose a store that doesn’t have axes and hatchets at arms reach.  FORTHELOVEOFGOD, they need to keep those things behind glass, don’t you think? Tensions can run high here, people!!

So, we got our rakes and hedge clippers and set off for home.

On a normal day, just shopping for the right tools would be enough effort to chalk up the day as a win.  Thus, the reason I own a bread maker, TWO brooms and about eighty bottles of Pledge.

But NO. My husband decided that actual work was going to be required.

*shudder*

So, like any good parent, I decided to use my kids as cheap day labor and got THEM rakes too.

We raked…we piled…we trimmed hedges…we bagged…we SWEATED.

It sucked.

And my arms sort of hurt.

I’m typing this with my tongue, as a matter of fact.

And then? We quit to go see a movie.

Leaving the lawn looking like THIS:

Aiming Low: It really is a family effort.