People who plant grass are crazy. Either that, or not entirely informed as to the undertaking cesped really is. Like when I started breastfeeding. Really, people? No one wanted to bother telling me that it was going to take 8 hours a day for at least two weeks? I think that is something I should have known. I think someone should have told me that I would be watering this stinkin' cesped 6 hours a day for a few weeks. That would have been nice info. (Jarod said he suggested a sprinkler system – but honestly – where is that money coming from?... I thought that was a joke.) No joke – my cesped is sucking the little life I had left right out through my mud coated feet. However, as insane as this fescue grass planting portion of my days have been for the last two weeks it is NOTHING compared to the insanity perused in other venues. Digging trenches to run extra water lines, renting large equipment to plant the seed, buying hoses and attachments, and the countless hours “schlepping” hoses is nothing compared to the end of semester/beginning of summer transition we have undergone... and really someone should have told us.
Told us that:
If God gives you a big house – expect it to be a hotel.
And expect the people in your hotel to take really long showers and eat at strange times.
If someone in your house is in finals week – you are all in finals week. If six people in your house are in finals week – you might want to leave.
Expect wind on BBQ days and lots of fun any way, even if no one knows what is going on
And you should expect to go one road trips just for the memory, even on your busiest days
If someone asks you to help them move – expect twice as much furniture – AND always expect mini-fridges at 7 a.m. on Sunday.
Expect people you love to leave forever... and leave you with wonderful memories and some awesome “non-takables” – “I'll always remember her when I use this stapler.”
If you offer rides to the airport they will always SOMEHOW involve 4 a.m.
Always expect girls to try to over pack their bags by 5-10 lbs.
If you love people it is really emotionally draining to say goodbye... again and again...
Expect hugs from Saudi strangers and talkative long goodbyes from usually quite Asians
It is even more emotionally draining to have their bed taken over by a stranger - and to make friends with that stranger while folding laundry after 2 days of no sleep.
If you have Saudi guys living in your house they might leave unexpectedly, come back unexpectedly, or maybe even come back with a wife – you should learn to expect that.
You should expect flat tires at 6 a.m. And no jacks and tools.
You should expect emotional break downs and for at least one of your kids to get the flu
You should expect your parents to be strung out and your other friends to move without even saying goodbye... because really where were they supposed to find you?
You should expect to be sad everyday as you practice the “end of school” play with 8th graders... everyday knowing that one is watching from heaven... that never sits well.
You should expect weird weather patterns... and strange sleeping habits from everyone...
… and a lot of questions about who will fill the hotel beds next... and fights over who will water the cesped next.
And you should know that just when you think you can't handle it... when you can't WATER the stinkin' cesped one more time – God will send rain. Of course your basement will be wet. But you'll have time to clean that up because God will take care of the cesped, and all the other insanity. And just like breastfeeding – you'll look back and never regret one minute of any of it. But you'll wish someone would have warned you... or maybe you don't because you never would have thought, “Well, we might as well.” 'Cause that is just insane.
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