You Just Never Know Who's Going to Be at Your Door
No, it wasn't Publishers Clearing House telling me that I had one a prize. I was on the phone with my triathlon training buddy telling her about the home improvement projects we are going to be doing. After 7 years of trying to handle it on our own, we have realized that the Secret Garden look we have going on outside is just way more than we can handle. Thus, we have been getting bids all week for landscapers to tidy up our front yard. I'm jokingly saying tidy it because the work is going to involve big machines to dig up various weeds, bushes and vine "trees" that we have growing all over the place. We also need to have two small dead trees removed. I was in the midst of explaining all this when I saw someone in our driveway. It was our realtor (more on that later) wearing ladies sunglasses and carrying a saw on a giant pole. No, this wasn't a planned visit. He came over to chop down some branches to save us money and since I was home give me a lesson in tree branch cutting so I could save even more money. After removing at least a half dozen good size tree branches (many of which were dead), he loaned me his saw and I removed some more branches this evening. Again, how is it that I've been training for a triathlon, but yet cutting down branches made me feel like I had just completed about three triathlons?
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 5 year old and a 3 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
I swear, any training can't compete with yard work. No matter what I do - whenever I'm hacking away at bushes, my arms are always so sore.