I knew one of the qualities Matt married me for was my ability and willingness to pick up a shovel and do the dirty work a well manicured woman would not even consider. I am regretting that quality now as my hands are red and callused and my back sore from my labors.
I am sure the neighbors in the subdivision got quite a laugh out of watching Matt and I work last night. Matt tweeked his back hauling Costco goods around for me so he was stuck on “light duty” while I shoveled, wheelbarrowed, and raked gravel in preparation for the slab. I nearly snapped my lower leg in two as I tried to push an overfilled wheelbarrow across a “ditch” where the footer would be. I got stuck trying to push it up the loose slope and it twisted and dumped on me. My leg was caught under the handle as I quickly lost control of the heavy laden wheelbarrow. I slipped it out just in time with a quickened heart beat recognizing how close a call that was. It was a good eye opener to remember that building a home can be dangerous – something I need to keep in mind as we bring our two boys up there to play while we work.
