As you all know, in-house S still happening. Ugh.
Anyway, I headed out to do some work in the yard and my mower wouldn't cooperate. WH wasn't home. I woke my son up to see if he could help. No luck. Got out the manual, DS looked up videos on you tube. We tried a few things. Decided we needed a part from the hardware store. I considered crying. I felt like crying. I refused to do it.
WH pulled in briefly to say he was going to store xyz, but did I need him to stay and help? Nope. You go on to the store.
I went to hardware store. Brought home new part. Installed part. No response from equipment. I'm like, wtf? Tears threatened again - how can a lawn mower make you feel completely alone? I decide to call my dad, because, you know, he can fix *everything*.
So, dad and I discuss the situation, get a game plan going on, decide we need some starter fluid, I'm checking for air intake.
WH rolls on up and parks, grabs starter fluid from cabinet and sprays it on intake as I relay instructions from dad. I pull the starter, mower bursts to life. I say, "Thanks dad!". Hang up. WH asks if I want help. Do I need him to do anything?
Me and my purring mower walk away.
I only cried a little bit in the car on the way home from the hardware store.
I can handle my shit without you.
I am going to be ok.