Back in June I did something not most people do alone. I sodded the yard.
You see we have these 2 members of our family who like to run and play and pee in our back yard. Jack and Millie.
This is how it goes down:
Jack pees. Millie pees. Jack pees on Millie’s pee. He simply must mark everything all of the time – multiple times a day.
Now my dad says that I should go out there with a hose and water down the spots where they pee every single time. Umm yeah.
Yes, we do water the yard, but we did have that one winter when we didn’t get any snow and we needed that snow to dilute all of Jack’s markings. So the grass died due to all of the running and peeing.
So we decided to sod the yard this summer, gate off the new beautiful sod and create a new area behind the pool for the dogs to do their stuff.
On Friday, Kevin tilled up the yard to prepare it for the new sod. Saturday morning the sod came and we began our work.
Kevin laid the first roll.
I laid the second roll.
Kevin grabbed the third roll and then proceeded to throw his back out while attempting to lift the roll.
And not in a little twinge that can be worked out. He threw his back out and couldn’t walk for 5 WHOLE DAYS.
Devastating can’t even begin to describe the situation.
He looked at me as if he was put on the last life raft of the Titanic and he left me behind.
I got him settled inside with ice and heat and began my work.
Now I love heavy labor. I really do. I can’t tell you how many times we have had a dump truck drop off loads of mulch and I have moved that mulch wheelbarrow by wheelbarrow. But I have to be in the mood for it. And there can’t be any bees or I am outta there.
But on this day, everything was perfect.
About 2 hours later, my body was hurtin’ and all I could think was to keep smiling and not let Kevin see me in any pain ‘cause I was sure he was sitting inside watching my every move.
From time to time I’d even wave and smile at the living room window. I couldn’t actually see in the window because of the sun, but I was sure he was in there supporting me and rooting me on.
Eventually I went in to get some water and check on him.
He was on the floor in a puddle of drool. He was sleeping like a baby. Hannah said he had been asleep the whole time I was outside.
No rooting. No cheering me on.
The following day I finished. The yard looked phenomenal if I do say so myself. There are no photos of me and my sodding because that would have taken away from Kevin’s naptime, not to mention I really didn’t have the time or energy to take a quick selfie.
Kevin thought it looked great too, but he jokingly said that he thought the yard would be dead in 2 weeks except for the 1 roll he laid.
It has been 2 months now and the yard… MY YARD is gorgeous. His back eventually got better and once it was I began to say the following every chance I could get:
Hey, remember when I sodded the yard? Can you _____________________________ (insert any task here.)
Kevin says that the statute of limitations is running out on me using that statement. I think it will be used well into our nursing home years.
We just recently went away to Indiana for a week to a wedding. We came home and I opened the living room curtains to see this:
He decided to fertilize the morning before we left. What he didn’t realize was that when he put the fertilizer into the spreader, he had it on the wrong setting and the fertilizer dumped all over therefore burning the grass.
So my new favorite thing to say is this, “Hey remember when you MURDERED the yard that I sodded? Can you_____________________” (insert any request here)
I’m totally justified, right? I can use this statement forever, right? Right??