The Tractor

Tonight my 12 year old son, Walker, was outside with the lawn tractor finishing up “the leaves” (as we call them). We have a great yard with a ton of trees, about three acres - only one acre we have to mow though. While the trees are great, we spend endless hours in the fall gathering ”the leaves” and dumping them in the woods. Hence the reason Walker was out there with the tractor.

He drives it all the way to the other side of the property. Really just about as far from its home in the shed as it can get. He then informs me the tractor is out of gas  parked out there. I go the the shed for the gas can - of course, it’s empty. I would go get gas, but my husband has this funnel on the can that I can’t figure out how to get off. Of course, he is absolutely nowhere to be found.   The gas station attendants can never seem to maneuver around the funnel. By the way, us Jersey chicks don’t pump our own gas, every gas station in the state is full serve.  I know you are all jealous.

So no gas, stuck miles from the shed (seems like it anyhow), I don’t want to leave the tractor out there overnight. By this time, the two younger boys and the dog have joined the ruckus.  No choice, go get your sister boys…we’re pushing.

So there we are, the 46 year old mom, the 15 year old girl, and the 12, 10, and 7 year old boys - plus a 10 year old neighbor kid - pushing the big, honkin’, John Deere tractor for miles back to the shed. The kids are laughing and I keep saying “do you think this happens at other houses?” Let me tell you, it was NOT easy. We were huffing and puffing. I am afraid to go to Nina’s extreme spinning/sculpting class tomorrow morning.  I think I’ll hardly be able to move.  The kids and I also have a new found respect for the “World’s Strongest Man” competitors. According to my sons, they push buses…… Whoa!! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about…..

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