Yes, I know, you are wondering how in the heck I know that right? I mean, yes, I’ve been sitting on my ever growing backside since January and the housework has mostly just remained un-done. Yea, is that a word? Un-done?
Honestly, my mom tried for a while but the fact of the matter is, my husband is spoiled. He is very spoiled and my mother was not the person who spoiled him and she wasn’t near as amused as the cleaning lady was. The cleaning lady quit. My mom? She finally gave up too.
It’s basically impossible to keep things picked up with two kids and a husband. However, my husband has become quite the supervisor of our children’s bedrooms and toy room so I convinced him that it was time to practice what he preached.
So, yesterday, I put my tennis shoes on and we re-arranged furniture, put the kids in separate rooms, gave away a bunch of toys and clothes and I started working on the laundry. Did I mention that my mom gave up on that as well?
Today, I put my tennis shoes back on and I hit the laundry, the dishes (it only took me two and one half hours) and I got busy cleaning. My husband looked at me like I had lost my mind both times I put my shoes on to work in the house. Basically, the rule is we take our shoes off at the front door. But, with my healing leg/ankle, it’s nearly impossible for me to get around even in my Croc flip-flops which I love. The four times I’ve sprained the other ankle, I wasn’t wearing tennis shoes.
And, so, finally, I collapsed in my chair about an hour ago. And, then I remember, I had not had any food all day. So, when I got up to search for some grub (and not the ice cream my husband brought home from the store earlier), I was aching, I could barely walk. My bad foot hurting although I did wear my shoes, my right foot swollen from the latest ankle accident, my back aching from just purely not being used to so much hard labor (ahahaha I just called washing dishes and doing laundry hard labor – what? It took me about 4 hours yesterday and another 4 or 5 today?)
Anyway, it is time to put those tennis shoes on and get busy with some physical therapy and then hit my EASports 30 Day Challenge come September 1st. And, heck, why not? I’ll be 41 just a couple of days later. Why not ring in 41 with some exercising as opposed to the mono and broken bones, diabetes and thyroid disorder that the ripe age of 40 was so kind enough to bring to me.
So, ladies and gentleman, let’s get ready to rumble……