Yesterday about 10:30 AM I was back in the hole. Stiff and sore, but determined.
(I am so busy swatting mosquitoes I can't even type! Arrg!).
While Homer drove up and down the hill in his dump truck I had to start work on another project. The center bed needed painted and couldn't wait. The back of his truck was full of dirt and it had to be empty for work today. My arms were already aching from hours of pressure washing, but I'm pretty good at sucking it up. (This bed is 20.5 ft long, 4 ft wide and 20 inches deep).
Not looking forward to shovelling today. I have 3 misshaped vertebrae between my shoulder blades and when I do a lot with my shoulders (and have to look down for long periods) nerves get pinched and my arms go numb or tingle (like right now as I try to type). But any time I get whiny (like this) I just tell myself that so many more have it so much worse. Then I suck it up and get busy.
My first battle this morning (besides the swarm of mosquitoes about my head) has been house work (the thing I detest more than anything). A bomb has been dropped inside while I was working outside. I haven't been doing laundry, waiting to put up a line outside, but we literally have nothing to wear so I have to. I don't even want to know how many loads there are! And dishes! Ug...I'm drinking out of a chipped coffee cup right now as the washer runs. And toys. And, well, just mess. I'd like to go back to a groovy simpler time....as in get rid of it all....empty rooms with just a mattress; living room with just pillows on the floor. And one outfit per kid. Do you think it will fly? Me either.
Okay...I've been here for 25 minutes and the last time I checked the laundry does not jump out of the washer into the dryer so I'd better fly. (I could so just go back to bed with all the snoozing kids).