Saturday, August 17, 2013

The Cleanest the Bathrooms Have Ever Been

Being laid up with a broken anything is a pain, but having a broken ankle just really, really sucked. I am finally to the point where I am allowed to put weight on it, and I have slowly been reintegrating myself into the land of the bipedal. I am desperately trying to be careful - to not over-do it, really - and just let things happen organically.

God, that last sentence made me sound like a giant fucking hippie. Organically. Fuck off, ME.

Mike has been really wonderful throughout this entire ordeal - and really all the time, to be honest. He takes care of me even when I am a tremendous pain in the ass. I try to keep the house clean and pretty since he's the one paying the bills and working a ridiculously stressful job. I figure that it's the least that I can do.

But not being able to thoroughly clean the house was bothering me, and I found that things were becoming more and more cluttered. I could tell that it bothered him, too, but he never said a word.

So I hired a house cleaning service. It's something that I would have never considered before, because it seems so... superfluous. So... uppity. But in the end? SO WORTH IT.

I have been able to do some surface cleaning and the like, but vacuuming took about ten times as long as usual, and I was completely unable to vacuum the stairs. I thought about trying on multiple occasions, but all I could envision was losing my balance and breaking other bones.

Because it was a Groupon deal, it was well worth the money, but I don't know that I could justify paying full price for something that I am soon going to be able to do on my own.