TILLERS? We don't need no stinkin' TILLERS!

Jun 05 2011

Our lawn (or lack thereof) needs some serious help! It was time to just bite the bullet and till up the whole thing and put down some fresh seed. I started looking into the prices of renting a tiller--Good Golly! It was way too expensive for this tightwad.

Then I looked on Craigslist for a used one. I figured if I was going to fork out the big bucks, I was going to just get something I could use over and over. It was still way too much money!

Then I started asking around among friends. I finally just figured there was either a tiller shortage, or they just know me and my family way too well and are scared to loan it out (I don't blame them!).

Then...this past week, I looked out of my office and saw my three strong boys sitting in front of the television enjoying their cherished one hour of television a day...those poor boys, sitting there while their muscles are atrophying and they are not getting their seratonin levels boosted with good, fresh air and sunshine...those poor, poor boys.

A mama's got to do what a mama's got to do!

I sent Blair to the store to pick up two more shovels (a heck of a lot cheaper than renting a tiller) and put those big boys to work!). I won't say they were thrilled with the idea, but we all know that kids don't always know what's good for them, right?

Well, we finished half the lawn on Saturday, and I was so proud of them. They worked super hard (and even earned a blister or two...and that was WITH work gloves!). I did have to stop and talk with one of them. We won't say who but he falls in the middle and his name rhymes with "Paris." He was working slowly (I call it dragging your bee-hind!), and not putting as much "gusto" in his work as I thought he should. I talked with him about the importance of working with integrity and working as if for the Lord and not for men (or for mom). He got his act together, thank goodness!

On Sunday, when we got back home from church, I went upstairs to change my clothes. When I came out of the bathroom, Blair walked in the room. I asked him if he could tell the boys to change their clothes so we could get back to tilling up the lawn. He looked at me and said, "Too late, Hannah. They're already at it!"

I looked out the window and there were my three boys, outside, working their tails off, tilling up the lawn with shovels. They were in their church clothes; but since the only differentiating factor between church clothes and play clothes for boys is that one includes clean underwear, I figured we were good. I was so proud of them!!! I ran out there, grabbed my shovel, and joined the party. In no time at all (okay, two hours...), the job was done!

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