You’d think after living thirty-plus years I’d have a more realistic idea on how long a project is going to take me.
I bought sod this week for a small patch we needed to fix in our lawn. When the fork lift brought the sod to my truck it looked so miniscule, about half a pallet, I figured why wait for my family to come home. I can lay this sod all by myself. It won’t take more than thirty minutes…
Two and a half hours later, I finished. My back hurt, my arms hurt, I was out-of-my-mind exhausted.
Unfortunately, this is a common problem for me, and it hurts every time I try and do it all by myself. And I have nobody to blame but the silly, stubborn woman staring in the mirror back at me.