My husband is at a men’s retreat so I thought I would mow.
When Rob mows, the yard is so pretty. Nice straight lines…
When I mow…curves…yep. That’s the word that comes to mind.
I think when I mow. My mind is apparently pretty curvy.
Also. He mows in straight lines.
I wonder if we’ll go get a spreader and some seed after church tomorrow. I think it’s supposed to rain in a few days and we should do it the day before it rains.
I should write a blog post about the thoughts I think while I’m mowing. Wait. Who am I? Jen Hatmaker? No. I am not. Everyone wants to hear about JHat’s thoughts. Me. Probably not so much.
I should’ve worn something with pockets so I could have my phone with me.
I should probably move the grill so I can mow that little section.
Is that line from 2 seconds ago or the last time Rob mowed?
I should probably mow in between the lines just in case.
I should really move the grill. Where is the handle to roll it?
I should probably figure out what to make for dinner. It would be nice if I actually cooked. The girls won’t eat anything I pinned on Pinterest this morning.
I hope I’m getting some sun. Maybe I should go back to tanning beds. I don’t have time to lay out. But tanning beds = skin cancer. And they are not free like the sun is.
Maybe I can start coming home at lunch and laying out.
Do I need to move the grill?
Whoa. The property line is way further over than I thought. Is that a new wheel line or old wheel line?
We need a fence.
And a pool. I can see myself jumping in the pool after mowing.
I wonder if I’ll finish the yard before Rob gets home.
How is it a retreat when it’s less than 24 hours?
I need a retreat. 4 days. In a hotel. By myself. Preferably at a beach.
Rob should take the girls camping soon. Then I can have a retreat at my house. Alone.
I can’t forget to put the gas can back.
I need to move the car before Rob gets home. And the tetherball.
I really need to work this weekend. Maybe I can just get up really early and go into the office early Monday and get some work done before anyone gets in.
I really don’t like getting up early. I’ve been getting up really early the past few weeks. I’m ready for that to be over.
I wish the girls liked spinach. Spinach dip would be good for dinner.
I wonder what time it is.
Yeah. I’m not moving the grill.
Don’t forget to put the gas can back.
I need to move the car.
Oops. Guess I should’ve moved the tetherball first…
Yay! 44 minutes and 4,982 Fitbit steps just for mowing!
Happy Saturday y’all!