What Are the Odds

The Army provides all kinds of resources when a spouse is deployed. I always, always encourage spouses to use them. Three months ago, about a week after I signed into post housing, I filled out the form requesting for my back yard to be mowed while my husband was in Afghanistan. I waited and waited and waited and every grass-cutting day my grass grew higher and higher and higher. Every Thursday I called to inform them that my grass had not been cut as it was supposed to. Every Thursday I was told that I was on the list and they did not know where the miscommunication was. The housing office sometimes apologized and always assured me someone would come out to take care of it but my grass was never cut.

Whatever.

When C came home he said our tiny backyard was not a yard and therefore not worthy of a lawn mower. He came from the country where his family owns acres and acres and acres of land. I come from the city where houses are sometimes six-feet from each other (or less). To me, it has grass, the grass grows, it's a yard. 

He bought a weed-eater. 

And so for two months him or I have been "cutting" our grass with a weed-eater. 

Yes, we are those people. Yes, I am embarrassed. 

Last night I finally convinced C that since he was leaving for an unknown amount of time on TDY, I needed a lawn mower. I would no longer be that girl. I would no longer have uneven grass. My slight OCD couldn't take it anymore. If I was going to be doing this on my own, I needed a lawn mower - self-propelled, with an attached bag. Last night we went to Lowe's and bought a lawn mower - push, with an attached bag. 

A compromise.

Today, C put the lawn mower together and left to fill up the portable gas tank. I went to the backyard to move the boy's climber and stopped when I saw the climber already on our patio. For a split second I thought C moved it before he left. And then I saw the lawn.

It was cut. 

C didn't do it.

It's Thursday.

What are the odds? 

The Army gods are funny. Their timing is amazing. And I'm not telling them my husband's not deployed. ; )