It completes me.
As has been established, the boys were mesmerized by the entire installation process. So much in fact, that they really took to heart the installer's instructions to "water" the driveway as often as possible. We are now more than a week out from pouring concrete, and my trio of free laborers has diligently followed these directives to the letter:
|Well, Jack started out watering the driveway, but noticed a few flowers looked a bit withered....|
|Daniel of course took complete control of the hose and dolled out water to Joey in tiny plastic cups|
|Joey was assigned to monitor and point out any dry spots his brother may have missed.|
If you knew how much I hated my old driveway, how many skinned knees I had to repair due to its cracks, and the amount of profanity that dripped from my husband's mouth each time he had to shovel snow, you would understand my singular obsession.
Part 15 of "My New Driveway: A Love Story" coming soon to a blog near you. Do you suppose this is where "We Band of Mothers" jumps the shark? I can hear the critics now: It was like....could she just stop with the driveway already? I got so sick and tired of hearing about this flippin' driveway. Who cares about an ugly old driveway anyway? Couldn't she just give it up?
Did Fonzie stop once he put those jet skis on?