Been in the business now for 19 years. Been to the point where I've had 7 guys working, doing 150 commercial / residential accounts / week. 8 years ago got tired of paying people to break stuff so went back to doing it solo. Last weekend (8-24 / 8-26) my wife and I went to Vegas with her sister, bro-in-law and her mom, 5 of us. Anyways, we had the plans from May, and went the last weekend in August, typically everything is burned up, skipping most of the properties, and the ones that are green, usually grow about 1" / week. Like most places, we've had no rain all summer, so everything WAS dried up, nothing really to do. 2 weeks before we go, we get some storms through the area. Nothing major, just 10-12 yards have 10 - 15 minutes worth of cleanup to do. Again, nothing major. Well, after those storms, which rained about 3" in 2 hours on Sunday, we get another 2+" on Tuesday night. This is the time when all the flooding in SE MN was occuring. Now things are turning to crap in a hurry. For the next 8 days, it either rains or is drizzling all day. In the middle of this, the spring on my ramp door for the enclosed trailer breaks, so now I've got to struggle each yard to lift it up. Then we leave to go to Vegas and it's absolutely beautiful weather here. Sunny and 80 all 3 days. 3 weeks before this trip I put down my 3rd round of fertilizer. I come back home 5 am Monday morning to more thunderstorms. It's raining so I figure I'll sleep until 10 am and put the raingear on, head out to work. The week before I worked 85 hours in the rain gear, nothing new. 7 am my dad calls, my mom is sick, so I need to pick up the boys. Now I'm on 2 hours of sleep, after getting 2 hours of sleep each night for the last 3 days in Vegas. Go pick up the boys, drop them off with the wife, and head to work. Get 2 yards done, and call my mom to see how she's doing. Ask if dad's home yet to see if he can cover the yards he usually does, but no. He had to take my aunt to the eye doctor because my mom was too sick to take my aunt. I asked my mom if she wanted me to take her to the doctor (my mom) but she declined, saying she knew I was going to be behind. I called my wife (who's also on limited sleep) and ask her to go check on my mom. My wife's an RN, so she's got some idea of what could be going on. She ends up taking my mom to the hospital, who ends up having her appendix taken out on Monday evening, about 11 pm. So, now I don't get home until 1 am, and hit the hay, only to wake up again at 5 am to more rain. Figuring I didn't get much done Monday, I get going, get the rain gear on, and try to do some work. Yards that normally take 1 hour are taking 2.5-3 hours, because of all the rain, the fact that the fertilizer is kicking in, and that it's cloudy and 60 with minimal wind, so nothing dries out. My dad calls at noon, saying that the doctor that was supposed to discharge my mom at 9 hasn't shown up yet, so I'll have to head home to watch the boys. It just so happens that this is my wife's week to work 5 of 7 days, instead of the 2 / 7. It also just so happens that my wife's coworker who'll watch the boys in a pinch had her tonsils taken out last week, so she's laid up. Anyways, head home, watch the boys and the parents finally get home at 5 pm. Head back out, get 2 yards done that day. Now it's Wednesday and I'm working on the first 1/2 of Mondays' list. Call up my uncle to have him help my dad mow a school, he shows up, works 1/2 day, heads home. No reason, just decided he worked enough that day. So much for that help. Struggle through heavy dew every morning until about 10 am (still) to the point where I should probably just sleep in. Now I'm back to double / triple cutting everything, because it's 10-12 days since it's been cut, and there's only about 90 hours / week of daylight, just no time to get caught up because of more rain and the heavy dew. Today we were mowing 4 schools. My new Kubota ZD331 / 72" blew the fan belt at 300 hours. That's dead. This is after yesterday where I got 2 properties done in 12 hours, that usually take about 6. It's to the point now where if a customer calls, I don't even want to start to explain everything that's happened in the last 2 weeks, since it sounds like I'm starting to exaggerate. Especially when I say a 70 year old had to have her appendix out and a 35 year old had her tonsils taken out. What do you do though... just keep mowing away and hope those 27 degree nights come sooner than later right now.