I believe I have some sort of physical aversion to performing household chores.
After Greg and I eloped 11 years ago and moved in together, I was cleaning up one day. I went to shake out our bathroom rug and threw out my back. My chiropractor said it was probably best if I avoided such activities as vacuuming, mopping and definitely no more shaking out rugs! Well gosh, that’s terrible (wink wink)! To this day, if I engage in such activities, my back seizes up. Unfortunately I have to do those things. So here I am, a 38-year-old mom of three, who has to lay down immediately after such strenuous activities to let my back rest. Not exactly the kind of woman I had imagined myself at a ripe 38 years of age.
Which brings me to last night (Sunday) I was on the floor using the magic eraser to scrub off marks left by our piano bench. While I was scrubbing one area, I caught a glimpse of the floor across from me. I noticed the beautiful sunsets rays were shining in through the window onto the floor and revealing the same marks in our breakfast nook. I quickly crawled over and began scrubbing them away. Upon finishing up with my once white magic eraser (now completely black and barely together) I tossed it into the garbage. Soon after I went to bed and read for a good hour and a half and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up this morning, my thumb was completely swollen. I can barely bend it, it is unbelievably sensitive and of course has a bright red target which only children can see.
I don’t know what happened. My only assumption is that I hyper extended my thumb while I was using the Magic Eraser.
And there ya go…a complete physical aversion to cleaning my house. My body is telling me, “Stop cleaning up! You are going to hurt yourself!” While I cannot sit back and let my house get swallowed up by the dog-hair tumbleweeds that are currently rolling around the floors, I am a little scared about what could possibly happen to me if I attempt to bend over, extend my arm and pick one up.
Basically the household chores are attacking the body parts I use to function on a daily basis. With my thumb in its current state, it is incredibly difficult to change a diaper, pick up a child, put a child in a high chair and especially a car seat, and forget about writing legibly. And quite possibly the most annoying thing about this thumb thing is that I am unable to put my hair in a ponytail.
Alright…I give. In my past life I must have punished someone by making them clean incessantly. Therefor my payback is to constantly feel the pain (when cleaning) I inflicted on this poor soul. I would like to issue a formal apology and send it into the void.
Now I really must get back to folding my 3 stacks of laundry at the laundromat.