Thursday, August 22, 2013

Day 83: Where Does It Hurt?


This is just ridiculous. I did zumba last night and my arthritic knee is acting up, but that's not the problem.

I told the kids that we would tackle the jungle that is our side yard, this morning for just an hour, and then I would take them out for a yummy lunch (well, after a visit to the dentist, but that was scheduled long ago and has no bearing on things).

So we hedge-clipped, and I sawed off a lot of dead barren limbs, and we stuffed three huge leaf bags full of waste . . .

. . . and now I feel like I'm going to die. Every single muscle and joint in my body is shrieking at me. I am exhausted and sore.

The sad part is: We're not even done. It looks a ton better, but — this was the first time I've touched this part of the yard in months. You can't address a summer's worth of neglect in an hour, my friends. Learn from me.

But it looks hella better.

I'm going to take some ibuprofen and sit in my comfy green chair and moan a little.

Tomorrow I have some paying work, which is great, and maybe a coffee date with Kind Tina — fun! Husband has promised to step in and reintroduce himself to the kids (ha! ha! kidding, honey) (mostly) and I should have a lovely and productive morning.

Off to seek drugs. NOW.

— Achy-Breaky Lady C

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