Spring Cleaning Is Bad For My Back
I’ve been Spring Cleaning the house this week, albeit cleaning a little less furiously than in previous years. Still, we’re talking bursts of deep house-cleaning amid bouts of homeschooling and entire evenings spent nodding off over dinner before collapsing on the sofa.
This, because I decided to save a buck and fire our weekly maid service.
Oh, sure, I’ve got a nifty multi-head extension cleaning kit to reach cobwebs and dust ceiling fans with ease, and my Dyson Animal vacuum cleaner is amazing.
The problem is that they require effort on my part, and after days of decluttering closets (and, no, I haven’t listed anything for auction yet), I’m worn out.
But I didn’t let that stop me last night. Oh, no. Having already felt the first tickles of springtime allergies in my nose I decided it was time to give the carpets a good steam cleaning. Rather than hire professional, trained carpet cleaners I got the bright idea to do it myself with my Bissell cleaner and a homemade carpet shampoo using vinegar.
Which, incidentally, is why I have time to blog this afternoon.
One of these days I’m going to learn that a 40-year-old, out of shape woman has no business trying to clean a 3-story house all by herself. One of these days, VH is going to learn that, too.
See, I actually finished my Spring Cleaning labors before my back seized up and landed me in on the sofa, his work has just begun. That’s right: I’ve got a martini shaker, a little bell and a bottle of aspirin, and I’m not afraid to use them.
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I’m sorry you hurt your back, but I’m giggling at the image of you reclining on the sofa while holding a martini glass, toothpicked olives sticking out, shaking a little bell at your husband!
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Okay, now imagine it with me reclining in my leopard print pajamas.
Yeah, sometimes life is so hard. So very hard.
(But not today!)
Don’t feel like you are suffering alone. For some STUPID reason, I thought it would be a good idea to pressure wash the concrete yesterday. The sidewalks, the driveway, the curbs, the porch… All of it at once. You know that rule about not mixing pain killers with booze? I’m ignoring it.
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You do remember what happened to me last time I forgot that, don’t you?
Yep. But my neck, shoulder, and lower back really just don’t care right now. And if anyone is interested, Springbank Scotch and hydrocodone do numb the pain quite nicely. Makes my skin itch, but I’m a trained professional.
I intend on snoring quite loudly tonight.
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Made my skin itch, too. So did acid, back in the day, so I didn’t worry about that too much.
It was around the point when the combination made my liver implode that I got to thinking perhaps it wasn’t such a great combination after all.
Speaking of which… do you look good in yellow?
Live is fine. But yellow rocks…
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That should have been “Life” is fine. Live is good, too!
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There are very many things that I would do to save a buck, but getting rid of the cleaning service is not one of them. I am far too old to be doing that much stretching and bending and lifting!
Enjoy the martinis!
Yep, I’m really regretting that choice. The sole benefit is that VH, being a penny-pincher, no longer whines when the house isn’t spotless because he knows the alternative involves re-hiring the maids.
We’ve been using the cordless phones here. I’ve had a lot of back pain all week and The Little Guy’s been home on Easter Break so we’ve been using the cordless land line phones intercom function so I don’t have to yell to the back of the house to ask the Little Guy to do something for me. It’s worked out very well and can save a trip if you need your “assistant” to bring something that is located nearer the “assistant” than you…

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Aren’t you assuming that I actually have “assistance”, Kim?
Well, your bell and all… Maybe Big Eyed Boy could help you out like the Little Guy helped me?
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Ah, okay, I wasn’t following you. That’s not a bad idea, and it would’ve given us a chance to work on his phone manners.