Also on Sunday me and boys decided to excavate the blue plastic thing that was showing through the lawn. T had investigated it upon discovery and he thought it was a blue plastic barrel used to drain wastewater from the washing machine.
I decided to dig it up without telling him. When he came down from the chimney work in the attic and saw what I was doing he was not pleased. He basically threw a tantrum over me creating another project and more work for him that he wasn't ready to handle. I stomped off inside with a snide remark about control-freak husbands that need to manage all the projects and to let me know when he deemed it an okay time to dig it up. He then yelled at me to get back out there and finish it as I couldn't just "leave it like that".
So being the happy yo-yo that I am went back to my digging. Rory and Jack came out to get in on the action. The barrel was much bigger than I thought. We discovered a white plastic pipe running into the top of it. I got a little concerned and called Dad who assured me that we were not going to run into any raw sewage (we would certain smell that - right?!).
T came outside to check on our progress. He offered to sawsall the pipe (I think he LIKES doing that) and gave us his metal pipe "fire poker" to try and pry the barrel out of the ground. He tried and said we needed to keep digging. I tried on the other corner and got the thing out of the ground and he hauled it over to the rubble pile.
After four loads of dirt from the stream bed we filled in the hole. He still thinks I should have left it alone. We do plan to reseed in the fall and I told him it is much better to have it done and not have to disturb the seeded area (again). So the blue thing is out of the front lawn and that task is done.
The moral is: when a girl wants to dig you have to let her. Of course if you make her mad she might dig harder...