I just want to put it "out there" that I weedwacked today (this was a 2-day affair). I'm admittedly afraid of any type of power tools, and, yes, I count my weed wacker as a power tool. The kids wanted to swim in our inflatable giraffe kiddy pool, but I was afraid that the forest of weeds lining our cement patio (I NEVER let the kids step off of it, mind you) was harboring any number of creepy creatures. Living in Arizona, I visualized rattle-snakes, scorpions, and cockroaches emerging en masse to assault my darling children. This wasn't absurd, seeing as the weeds went up to...well, my knees in some places. We also have a bottomless pit by part of our patio, and THERE the weeds go up to mid-thigh. Scary? Yes.
So, yesterday I took the weed wacker to the back yard and then tried to find our extension cord. My DARLING husband was so sweet and stayed up late (well, early...) to pack up as much as possible before he left so that I wouldn't be overwhelmed when the kids and I move. He is AMAZING. However, I could NOT find the extension cord, and searched for about an hour (it ended up in one of the 20 tupperware storage bins in our garage). I pulled on some jeans and tennis shoes (seriously, this was a labor of love for my kids, it was like 115 degrees outside) and went outside to plug in the ominous-looking power tool. I held it as far away from me as I could, braced myself, and started it up. It roared to life, but all the weeds were unharmed because, apparently, there was no line in it. About 4 hours later (comprised of watching videos on youtube, attempting it myself, then calling my dad for help and packing up the kids so HE could re-string it, but the stubborn machine still wouldn't work with us), I had a fully-functioning weed wacker. And a dark backyard.
I woke up today with a killer sinus infection and a fever...so we lounged around and eventually the kids begged me to let them play in the pool. So I showered first (why?!), threw on my jeans and tennis shoes again, and ushered my children outside. I was REALLY scared to do it, but found that I actually liked wielding all the power! Ha! Thank heavens no snakes, cockroaches, or scorpions were found (I did have heavy-duty bug-killing spray on hand, though, in case it came down to me vs. scorpion)! I swept, blew-up our dusty pool (yum. Remnants of our recent dust-storm--it was super creepy), scrubbed it, patched it with duct-tape (I know! But it was the only thing I had on-hand), and filled it up. Eve and Nicholas HOWLED with delight, and raced to get their swimsuits.
The kids were so cute playing out there. I sat inside and watched from the couch as I fed Natty. They splashed, fought, shared, screached, and laughed...I loved it. After dinner I went out to get the extension cord, and sadly found that our pool was leaking! All that work, for about 40 minutes of play time! It was worth it, though. Maybe it's silly, but I felt so capable and strong, and I loved sweating and working so my kids could play. And now when I write my daily letter to Jardan, I can brag about using a power-tool.