Reason why it's taken months is because I'm lazy, plain and simple. I could honestly move the whole monster pile in about 3 days, but I'm lazy. And I love procrastinating. Why on earth should I move dusty nasty mulch when I can go to the nursery and buy more plants? Seriously, aren't plants a lot more fun than mulch? Not to mention I usually only work on the mulch on Sundays.. Saturdays are my day to be off w/DH & the dogs going here & there, plus we took two mini-vacations down to NM, and with Sundays, I usually only work from lunch until sunset or dinner, whichever comes first. However, 2 weekends ago, I was serious about moving the mulch.. I was prepared to move the whole damned thing in one day. Moved my van outta the way on the driveway, emptied it of all the plants I needed, and clobbered myself with the hatch latch right on the soft spot in the middle of my skull. Gave myself a concussion. Wobbled around for about an hour before I passed out from dizziness and exhaustion, DH had to help me shower to get the dust out of my hair, slept for about 12 hours, took way too much Tylenol. He was really worried about me and kept on wanting to take me to the hospital. Showed him on web-MD that medical help wouldn't really help, they'd just put an ice pack on my head and tell me to rest & take Tylenol.. I don't need to be paying an emergency room charge for that! Then this past Saturday the in-laws (
) came by (I was totally rude to them, not inviting them into my house, but my home will never ever EVER be clean enough for them because I have pets and they hate animals in the house), so that day was shot. DH promised to help me this weekend as we're in for our first possible snow shower next week & I need to get the rest of the mulch out of the way for 2 reasons: to protect the roses & so I can get my van in teh garage. What a luxury!!
