Said woodstove needs fuel.
In the form of wood.
So Hubby had a humongous load of firewood delivered this weekend.
[Insert your getting wood/having wood dirty joke here. We've pretty much beat it to death.]
[Heh. Beat it to death.]
Nonetheless, said wood needed to be (a) chopped; (b) moved from our side lawn to out back underneath our sunroom via a wagon and a wheelbarrow; and (c) stacked.
So Monday, Labor Day, was literally going to be a Day of Labor, much to my boyz' dismay.
But we are all about
(Now don't get me wrong though. Personally, I would love nothing more than to laze around with my feet up watching Bravo while eating chocolate on the weekends. I hate being a grownup.)
Our outdoor adventure began around 10:30.
My husband would like you to know he has a LOT of wood.
A Loving Portrait of Manual Labor
And today, the role of Lumberjack will be played by my white-collar banker husband. Rawr.
Please, don't for one single second think that it was all peace and harmony and steady honest work. It was pretty much the OPPOSITE of that. The boys whined. And complained. And fought. And went sloooowwwww. And had to pee. And wanted a snack. And sat. And complained. And complained.
I am not above bribing my children, I freely admit, so yes, a bribe of McDonald's for lunch was in place, if only to SHUT THEM UP.
12:30 was our lunchtime break.
What? You mean you don't do arm farts in your driveway while eating McDonald's?
And then it was right back to work.
Middle and Baby had pretty much lost allll interest at this point. Getting them to lift even a finger was a chore. But I figured, as long as they were still outside with us, I wasn't going to harp anymore. And Eldest was getting his second wind, eager to successfully complete our task. He was like a machine, even hauling full wagonloads of firewood all on his own from side yard to back yard and then stacking it all himself.
By 3:00, we were finished. All that wood was chopped and stacked in 4-1/2 hours.
Hubby and I were dirty, smelly, and exhausted. Yet proud that we had managed to git 'er done while teaching the boyz by example about working together as a family unit.
But worst of all?
I broke a nail, dammit! EFF YOU to manual labor.