Lawn mowing is NOT fun.

We bought this house 11 years ago.   At that time, Dr. Husband and I made an agreement:  I do not mow lawns.    This is probably left-over resentment from when I wasn't ALLOWED to mow the lawn (another story for another time...maybe),  but the result was the same.   I had no desire to mow the lawns on our property.  I was willing to weed, garden, plant, harvest, mulch, rake, whatever;  but I wasn't going to mow.

So for ten years, Dr. Husband kept his end of the bargain and faithfully mowed the lawn once or twice a week as needed during the warmer months.   But then....he earned the "Dr." part of his name, got a real job, and began driving to Cincinnati and back every day.

Not even I could demand that he do all that and continue to mow the lawn twice a week, especially since when he got HIS real job, I quit mine (well, mostly -- I still work the occasional shift).   So while I sit here on my duff, eating bon bons and watching soap operas and playing on Facebook, he should continue to drive 200 miles/day and mow the lawn twice a week when he gets home, right?

Wait, that's not completely true.   I don't eat bon bons or watch soap operas.

Anyway...I decided to man up (heh) and start mowing the lawn during the week.   It was actually easy for me -- I could mow the lawn after I took the Short One to school or early in the morning before it got so warm.   Well, easy ONCE I GOT THE DAMN MOWER STARTED!   We have a mower with a pull-starter that is just ridiculously hard to start.   At least, it's ridiculously hard for ME to start:  Dr. Husband waltzes over, pulls once, and it magically roars to life.   I have to yank on that f-er 6 or 7 times, as hard as I can, pulling that damn cord to the fullest extent of my reach before it will deign to start for me.

But once I got the thing started, it wasn't bad.   Until I realized that my shoulder was hurting...a lot.   And it began to hurt all the time...only the right shoulder...and it got worse after I would mow the lawn.   And then my shoulder began to hurt so much that it would keep me awake:  I couldn't sleep on my right side, and if I happened to turn that way, the pain in my shoulder would wake me up.   I finally went to a doctor, and he recommended physical therapy for a pulled ligament in my shoulder due to...wait for it...mowing the lawn.

Seriously?!   What kind of weenie does that make me?

Anyway...bottom line is, I had two months of physical therapy and now I'm good as new.   Well, good as I ever was, anyhow.   But I'm not allowed to even try to start that mower any more.  

How ridiculous is it that Dr. Husband has to start the mower for me before he leaves for work in the morning?!