Shh! I'm working here!
Does anyone else get a running commentary in their heads from individual body parts as they work? No? Just me then... This is how my morning went.
Self: OK! Wake up and get to work. Lots to do before company comes next weekend! First up, pick up all the dirty laundry and put it into baskets.
My Back: You aren't going to try and move those without help, are you? You'd better not!
Self: Now to just move these into the hallway... [PUSH]
My Back: Oh my GLOB! You ARE trying to do it without help! No! NO! Stop it!
Self: Ow holy crap, that hurt. OK, OK! Calm down. I'll sit for a minute. [Darling husband comes in, freaks out over more laundry to do and lists all the reasons why it can't be done before pushing baskets into the hall.] Thanks honey! What's next... Dining room needs to be picked up, large things moved about to make room, table cleared, room vacuumed, and new rug laid down.
My Back: You can't be serious. You've already taken an Aleve. Take the hint, Woman!
I set about picking up toys, trash, more clothes, costumes, legos, art supplies, and so on - sorting into various toy bins, boxes, and trays. Trash pile grows and lego table over flows. Video games missing for months are found. Max fights over which things are trash and which are trinkets to be kept. The mess on his desk grows higher. Bending, stooping, pushing, pulling, moving the big toybox across the room...
My Back: Hello! You need to sit down. Now. I'm serious! If you don't take a break right this second I'm going to make you fall over in pain. I mean it! SIT! Sit down! I'm counting to ten...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Self: Oh for the love of...fine! I'm sitting! [plops down on dining room chair in the nick of time]
My Knees: If you think you're getting up again, I can tell you now, you are seriously mistaken.
Self: Come on, you guys! We've made a dent! Look! I just want to clear off that little side table, move it back where it belongs, moving the chairs over there, have Max stack his snack stash on the table and then I can vacuum! Then we can roll out the new rug!
My Back: No. I'm done. You stay sitting or I'll quit on you for the next three days. Then how much can you do? Hmm? Ha!
My Knees: Listen to Back. I'm done too. And you'd better put Feet up or they are gonna start barking at you.
Feet: Ruff! Bow wow wow wow! Grrrrrr!
Self: *sigh* Fine. I'll take a break. Can I get some quiet now?!
Body parts all sigh with relief.
Self: Don't get too comfortable. We have more to do...
Feet: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
And so it goes. I'm sitting and resting. Kinda. I better eat something before my stomach starts in on me too. No one wants to hear THAT conversation. Stomach has a potty mouth.
Self: OK! Wake up and get to work. Lots to do before company comes next weekend! First up, pick up all the dirty laundry and put it into baskets.
My Back: You aren't going to try and move those without help, are you? You'd better not!
Self: Now to just move these into the hallway... [PUSH]
My Back: Oh my GLOB! You ARE trying to do it without help! No! NO! Stop it!
Self: Ow holy crap, that hurt. OK, OK! Calm down. I'll sit for a minute. [Darling husband comes in, freaks out over more laundry to do and lists all the reasons why it can't be done before pushing baskets into the hall.] Thanks honey! What's next... Dining room needs to be picked up, large things moved about to make room, table cleared, room vacuumed, and new rug laid down.
My Back: You can't be serious. You've already taken an Aleve. Take the hint, Woman!
I set about picking up toys, trash, more clothes, costumes, legos, art supplies, and so on - sorting into various toy bins, boxes, and trays. Trash pile grows and lego table over flows. Video games missing for months are found. Max fights over which things are trash and which are trinkets to be kept. The mess on his desk grows higher. Bending, stooping, pushing, pulling, moving the big toybox across the room...
My Back: Hello! You need to sit down. Now. I'm serious! If you don't take a break right this second I'm going to make you fall over in pain. I mean it! SIT! Sit down! I'm counting to ten...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Self: Oh for the love of...fine! I'm sitting! [plops down on dining room chair in the nick of time]
My Knees: If you think you're getting up again, I can tell you now, you are seriously mistaken.
Self: Come on, you guys! We've made a dent! Look! I just want to clear off that little side table, move it back where it belongs, moving the chairs over there, have Max stack his snack stash on the table and then I can vacuum! Then we can roll out the new rug!
My Back: No. I'm done. You stay sitting or I'll quit on you for the next three days. Then how much can you do? Hmm? Ha!
My Knees: Listen to Back. I'm done too. And you'd better put Feet up or they are gonna start barking at you.
Feet: Ruff! Bow wow wow wow! Grrrrrr!
Self: *sigh* Fine. I'll take a break. Can I get some quiet now?!
Body parts all sigh with relief.
Self: Don't get too comfortable. We have more to do...
Feet: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
And so it goes. I'm sitting and resting. Kinda. I better eat something before my stomach starts in on me too. No one wants to hear THAT conversation. Stomach has a potty mouth.
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