I just spent a week lying in bed, doing nothing except watching TV and reading. The laundry has piled up into mountains. (How can three people wear so many clothes? I think we have too many clothes.) We would have run out of dishes if my husband hadn’t been diligently doing them. (I think we need more dishes.)
I haven’t even used the new Roomba robot vacuum my husband gave me for Christmas for the whole week, and all I have to do is put it down and watch it go. Which I really, really love. I mean, does it get better than that? It actually does a better job vacuuming than I do. And I don’t have to lift a finger! I just can’t wait until there’s one that can clean the toilets and the shower stall that seems to sprout mildew as soon as I finish cleaning it.
There have been repercussions. My four year old son has decided that he’s tired of his mom saying, “Honey, I’m just too tired to (fill in the blank),” and is acting out. Or maybe he’s just being four years old and wants to make sure that his recent and long-delayed conversion to toilet versus diapers hasn’t caused us to go soft. And I don’t exactly think that I’ve been there for my husband during this period. I’ve been completely self-absorbed.
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We have a roomba too, but it never got it’s position set so it would just sit there and spin … too much junk on the floor and the glass dining-room table was messing it up. Oh well, I get to do it the hard way.
As for you son, I get the same thing from my kids when I dislocated my knee. Funny how they pick up on that stuff.
I think we need more dishes.
What does your husband think? (More just means piled up higher. [Been there, done exactly that!
I think he’s happy that I’m not sick anymore.
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