Yard Work Pains

When we went down to Madison on Sunday Michael had all intentions of leaving the birthday party early to take care of some of Jaime's yard work. But the timing never seemed right, especially with the ice cream cake being served, and so he never went over to do it. It always seems like something has gotten in the way of him helping out so he promised to come back this weekend. So Saturday afternoon we headed down. Michael got started on the grass cutting right away and I fixed a board on the porch. After I was done with that and cleaning out Lucas' pool, I went over to help cut the grass. I hopped on the mower and Michael started the trimming. Well, no offense to the owners of the trimmer, but it's a piece of junk. So while Michael was trying to get the thing working, he slipped on a board and a rusty screw went right threw his heel. I was just cruising around on the zero turn mower trying to get it figured out, unaware that any of this happened, until I hear my name called (it was not the first time apparently). I walk over, mind you Michael doesn't look to be in any sort of distress, until I see blood gushing out of his foot. So I run to the house to try and find some bandages (Jaime was at drill so she wasn't home) and all I can find at first is Diego band aides. Isn't it funny when you're trying to hurry that it seems to take forever? So I finally find items to clean the wound. Since it was a screw and not a nail, the cut is more chewed up. I made him sit for awhile, but he felt he needed to finish the grass. So he put his shoe back on and continued with the trimming until he ran out of line (and oomph, I think--he was hobbling around the whole time working). So we didn't get to finish everything we had set out to do; if it's not cake, then it's a big fat rusty screw.