The Money Pond and Moles

Oh my lord..I came home at lunch today and there was a giant gaping hole where our pond used to be..
Hagrid our beloved orange Koi was dead. And there were two strange men with rock and tarp every which way..
the new pond construction had begun..sigh.
About a week ago Will decided that he wanted to build a new pond.
HE wanted to build a new pond, but it morphed into "Pond Guys R Us" and now the "low cost initiative" has tripled and there are two dudes out there turning our backyard into the Money Pit..literally.
"Uh, these rocks here were a little over budget..and this right here, it's a filter for the  water receptacle filter wash system, it wasn't what I estimated, so it's a little over budget... oh and this fish here is............dead."
Shit balls.
So I just went back to work.
Because in the grand scheme of things if you've seen the movie The Money Pit, you know they aren't going to be finished for:
TWO WEEKS.
I have decided to accept that our pond upgrade is all about acceptance.
Acceptance that our three bedroom split level  with two teeny bathrooms, no mudroom, no storage space, no cabinet space in the kitchen, no master bedroom, ugh I can't stand our closets, why isn't Will done in the bathroom because I just want to tweeze my eyebrows in the mirror by myself, all I need is one more bedroom, why isn't there more space when we walk in the door because Keegan just stepped on Maren's hand and now she is screaming while he tried to take his shoes off, if we don't have a rummage sale soon I am going to freak out, how many pairs of shoes does one man need??? oh my gosh I really do love that it's light and bright and the trees are growing, it is really quiet since we turned Ernesto into the cops, what a nice deck at least the kids have their own bedrooms it could be a hell of a lot worse house is ours for the long haul.
So why not build a new pond?
And whaddya know?  It was finished in a day!

Well, the moles were back with the warm weather and Will went "medieval on their asses"  Uh, I shit you not.
I came home from a training and the backyard looked sadistic.
Spikes and poles and iron jaws sticking out of the ground everywhere.
If he could have hired a sniper, he would have.
"I'm getting rid of the moles. Kevin helped me set the traps. I'm done with nice. I'm killing them."
If you'll recall, he'd purchased some "Go away, little fellas, you won't like these noises", traps.
They didn't work.
It was a bit like deterring Ernesto with country music. OH, he doesn't LIKE country music, but if there's vodka, he'll still show up.
Moles are the same way.
It's an "annoying" noise, but there's sand.
They're still going to dig.
So this time it was for real.
And he got one almost right away.
:(
"I'VE GOT ONE!"
Keegan and I were playing puzzles and Will came screaming down the stairs with hammer in hand.
"Keegan, you are to stay here with me."
"Your daddy is going outside to check on a mole. And probably the mole is going to heaven to be with God."
"OOOH!  I'VE GOT HIM! I'VE GOT HIM!"
"I want you to just stay here with me. And ignore your dad right now. Moles go to heaven. And they can dig in heaven, but daddy doesn't want moles digging in our yard. And I know you are asking me WHY can't they dig in our yard. But Daddy just doesn't want them to."
"HONEY! COME LOOK! COME LOOK!"
"I know your dad is yelling for us right now, but we are just going to wait a minute and give your dad a chance to calm down. "

Acceptance.  Remember. Acceptance.