Saturday, September 29, 2007

Can't Keep a Good Man Down

My husband must be the most stubborn man alive. I say that with love and affection, but a little irritation as well. He had his surgery Thursday, yesterday we removed all the bandages and today I found him mowing the lawn when we returned from the mall. Granted, it is a riding lawn mower, but our terrain is bumpy and hilly.

This is how our conversation went before we left this morning.

Hubby "I'm going to mow the grass today."

Me: "I don't think that's a good idea. Your Mom or I can do it."

Hubby: "I can do it. All I have to do is sit."

Me: (knowing how stubborn he is) "Okay, fine. But wait until I get back so I can help."

Hubby: "Alright, I'll wait."

Now about this time I figure all I have to do is come up with some project that will keep him busy, but in a sitting position when I get home and the mowing will be forgotten. Good, problem solved. So we call on the way home from the mall to see about bringing him lunch and guess what, he doesn't answer his cell or home phone. His mom tries, I try a little later. At this point I have images of my husband laying helpless somewhere knee gaping open and bleeding to death.

We race home. Baby screaming in backseat because I didn't stop to nurse her before heading home. I was too afraid I might find my husband in the front yard with the lawn mower laying on top of him, with no one around to hear his screams of help.

And as I speed down the hill and our house comes into sight there he is on his mower tooling around the side of the house, all in one piece, no blood.

I decide to ignore him until he comes into the house, head hanging, waiting for an earful from me.

"All I can say is that you took another 5 years off my life as I envisioned every terrible thing that could have happened to you. At this rate you will be left to explain the facts of life to our girls on your own and help them with all their wedding plans because I won't be around!"

I watched as all the color drained from his face as that thought sank in. Humph, that scared him more than the threat of a total knee replacement. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of satisfaction.

Now maybe he'll slow down...yeah right!!!


Anonymous said...

Just to set the record straight, I never said that I would wait until she got back to start mowing. And I didn't come into the house with my head hanging, either. The grass was really getting high, too. I was worried we would lose one of our daughters in it. The mowing had to be done!

Kara said...

Of course honey whatever you say:)