A little background first:
I was always one of those annoying type A personalities. You know the type, borderline perfectionist,always doing something. Everything had a place and it went there - always. At one point (seems like so many years ago) you could eat off of any surface in my house. My ex accused me of keeping things 'too sterile"
I love the outdoors. Would ALWAYS rather be outdoors than inside. Well, over the years the ability to do things (especially outdoors) has pretty much disappeared.
My dh has decided that I need a ramp - not so much that I use a w/c, but that I keep tripping coming up the steps. He has worked up the plans and started getting materials to build it when the temperature gets a little warmer.
So. This means that I have flowers that have to be moved, and that I have to re-do the entrance to the koi pond (the pond has a 'wall' of hedge around it). That was eating my lunch until I decided that I would keep the same entrance, just go in at an angle.
But what about the flowers?
I had put up a fence several years ago to separate the wooded area from the yard area. It is about 130 feet long. I decided that would be a wonderful place to put my new flower bed. But I need 'edgers' to establish that area as not a place to drive / park cars. Well, I can use the ones that I have going to the pond entrance now (they will be in the way of the ramp), and the ones at the back walkway are doing nothing but getting knocked over by the dogs (and nobody uses that entrance anyhow).
About 3 weeks ago we had wonderful weather to work outside, but I had caught a virus and was major sick .
But this past Saturday we finally had a good day again - and I FELT GOOD! DH was at work so I decided to go ahead and move the edgers that I have and see how many more I need to get. Simple task huh? I started a little before 10 and by 3 I had them all moved and in place. Yeah I had to level the ground a little and measure to make sure they were in a straight line in relation to the fence, but when I was finished I only have 30 feet left to get! AND I was just 'normal' tired. Not even sore. So I cooked supper and was all ready to show off what I had done when DH got home a little after 4.
I slept good Saturday night, and got up to see my husband off to work Sunday - he went in 4 hours early that day. I 'warned' him that we had enough leftovers that I didn't intend to cook that day. Surprisingly I was still not sore! After he left I went back to bed. I got up around 10 and fed up, then went BACK to bed. Was still in bed when he got home from work .
I spent ALL DAY Sunday totally wiped out from a little 5 hours work. And the entire time I was moving the edgers I still 'felt good'.
Monday was a little better. I was sore (and yeah I know that if I had moved around on Sunday that would not have happened, but I couldn't!) I did some stuff (laundry, washed dishes, fed the birds and the squirrels and got up the trash and took it to the dump) but still at 2 o'clock I just simply ran out of gas. Just like that I was finished. When I was complaining to my husband about it last night he asked "Well what else did you want to do?" As I started listing all the other things I had considered doing until I gave out I realized that I was thinking like that person that I used to be.
Oh, to actually be able to complete a task and not have to pay for it for a couple of days. To have the spotless house again. The perfect yard. What is the use of having a 'feel good' day if I am going to be out for the count for so long afterwards?
I am normally more accepting of things than this but come on. Really? The rest of my life like this?
And as I am sitting here whining I am also planning another too full day. Looks like I would learn to just give up huh?
I was always one of those annoying type A personalities. You know the type, borderline perfectionist,always doing something. Everything had a place and it went there - always. At one point (seems like so many years ago) you could eat off of any surface in my house. My ex accused me of keeping things 'too sterile"
I love the outdoors. Would ALWAYS rather be outdoors than inside. Well, over the years the ability to do things (especially outdoors) has pretty much disappeared.
My dh has decided that I need a ramp - not so much that I use a w/c, but that I keep tripping coming up the steps. He has worked up the plans and started getting materials to build it when the temperature gets a little warmer.
So. This means that I have flowers that have to be moved, and that I have to re-do the entrance to the koi pond (the pond has a 'wall' of hedge around it). That was eating my lunch until I decided that I would keep the same entrance, just go in at an angle.
But what about the flowers?
I had put up a fence several years ago to separate the wooded area from the yard area. It is about 130 feet long. I decided that would be a wonderful place to put my new flower bed. But I need 'edgers' to establish that area as not a place to drive / park cars. Well, I can use the ones that I have going to the pond entrance now (they will be in the way of the ramp), and the ones at the back walkway are doing nothing but getting knocked over by the dogs (and nobody uses that entrance anyhow).
About 3 weeks ago we had wonderful weather to work outside, but I had caught a virus and was major sick .
But this past Saturday we finally had a good day again - and I FELT GOOD! DH was at work so I decided to go ahead and move the edgers that I have and see how many more I need to get. Simple task huh? I started a little before 10 and by 3 I had them all moved and in place. Yeah I had to level the ground a little and measure to make sure they were in a straight line in relation to the fence, but when I was finished I only have 30 feet left to get! AND I was just 'normal' tired. Not even sore. So I cooked supper and was all ready to show off what I had done when DH got home a little after 4.
I slept good Saturday night, and got up to see my husband off to work Sunday - he went in 4 hours early that day. I 'warned' him that we had enough leftovers that I didn't intend to cook that day. Surprisingly I was still not sore! After he left I went back to bed. I got up around 10 and fed up, then went BACK to bed. Was still in bed when he got home from work .
I spent ALL DAY Sunday totally wiped out from a little 5 hours work. And the entire time I was moving the edgers I still 'felt good'.
Monday was a little better. I was sore (and yeah I know that if I had moved around on Sunday that would not have happened, but I couldn't!) I did some stuff (laundry, washed dishes, fed the birds and the squirrels and got up the trash and took it to the dump) but still at 2 o'clock I just simply ran out of gas. Just like that I was finished. When I was complaining to my husband about it last night he asked "Well what else did you want to do?" As I started listing all the other things I had considered doing until I gave out I realized that I was thinking like that person that I used to be.
Oh, to actually be able to complete a task and not have to pay for it for a couple of days. To have the spotless house again. The perfect yard. What is the use of having a 'feel good' day if I am going to be out for the count for so long afterwards?
I am normally more accepting of things than this but come on. Really? The rest of my life like this?
And as I am sitting here whining I am also planning another too full day. Looks like I would learn to just give up huh?
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