Weeds, Bikes & Septic Tanks

Yup, you read that right. That is my day in a nut shell. You may need a few more details so I will fill you in.

Today we spent time outside working in our yard or shall I say weed patch. The kids and I were challenged with the task of getting the yard aka “patch o weeds” ready to be “tilled” this afternoon. So with promises of DQ we sent about our task like the hard workers we are. We shoveled dirt, picked up rocks, drug tree branches, and moved chairs. And 10 minutes later we (by “we” I really mean the children and by the “children” I really mean Rebekah) gave up and was having to be brought back to the reality that if “we” didn’t work “we” didn’t get dairy queen. Well “we” did not like that very much and “we” gave me a very hard time for the next few minutes. So I had a little heart to heart with “we” and “we” decided that DQ was a good thing and that it would be a very bad thing if “we” did not get any and the other “we’s” did. Are you following? Good.

So about lunch time we went to dairy queen and got ourselves a tasty little treat. (“we” did get some by the way.) When we got home we all decided that we needed some play time and rode bikes on our newly paved road. It was thrilling.

Then it was time to start the tilling. So off the tracker went tilling away and as it pulled into our lovely patch of weeds I allowed myself to dream…I saw the new yard all full of grass with no room for weeds, I saw children playing in a land free of thistles. I saw lemonade being sipped on the deck, flowers growing in their nice little “beds”. I saw the BBQ hot and ready for the yummy burgers. I saw family and friends enjoying a nice summer day. I saw….CRUNCH! Then I woke up. The tracker had gone a whole 10 feet and caught on our lid to the septic tank. Yup, I could see all my lovely dreams being sucked down into the pit that smelled like….well NOT my new yard free or weeds!!!

So the next hour was spent trying to explain to the “we” that was mentioned above why “we” couldn't play by the “new hole” and why it was not a good idea to play “jump over the new hole” and why we were NOT going to keep the “new hole” for her to play with, even if it is her “new friend”. Doing all this “explaining” and trying to help get the tracker going again.

But now as I am writing this the children are all tucked safely in bed away from the new hole that is Beckah's best friend, and I can hear my wonderful husband running the tracker around our patch of weeds working so hard to give me my dream of a land free of weeds…