Yesterday was a lovely day and I felt so good. Maybe too good?
Beloved and I puttered around the house, completing little tasks in between his telling me to, "Go lay down!"
It felt good to be getting some little things done; folding laundry, clearing out some old clothes, sweeping the floor, cleaning the kitchen. My list was long and I was pretty sure if I paced myself I could get a lot done. It was while I was cleaning the kitchen that I heard something odd.
It sounded like running water.
Hmm...must be the washing machine draining...
No, it sounds like falling water.
One look into the garage, where the washing machine lives, showed me the very wet and wild truth. The hose that drains the water from the machine had come undone from it's housing and was spewing laundry water all over the garage.
I am happy to report that our wet/dry vac works like a charm. Of course, Beloved remembered we actually had a wet/dry vac after we had mopped up a good deal of the water with towels, but that's okay.
And everything would have been just dandy...if I hadn't been trying to "help" just a little more.
I tripped over the hose. I tripped over it when Beloved wasn't in the garage watching my every move and telling me, "You better take it easy!"
I tripped, but caught myself and didn't face plant onto the cement.
That's good, right?
Instead, I a jarred my body around and became aware of the fact that I had surgery just ten days ago. Oh, yeah...
I wasn't going to tell Beloved, but I had to admit to him what happened. He frowned at me and sent me to bed with the paper and a drink.
So much for the rest of my to-do list.
Last night, as Girl and I snuggled under a blanket while sitting on the couch, she looked at me and said, "You're weak!" I replied that I knew that, thanks a lot. She was surprised at how quickly I had lost the strength I use to have. I told her about the near face plant in the garage and she shook her head. She told me that if I ever get a serious illness it won't be the illness that kills me, but the inability to clean the house.
That is not true!
Okay, it might be a little true...