I’ve got a lot of work to do now that I’m home. I’m not supposed to do any heavy lifting for a couple of months, but it says nothing about dragging heavy stuff or kicking it down the stairs. When I lived alone, I was good at picking up after myself so while I didn’t clean more than a couple of times, the house was relatively tidy, never mind the dust.
When my husband got home, all hell broke lose. I can’t clean up after him anymore and the piles of garbage and junk are multiplying by the week. If he’s fine with his mess, so be it. The shit drives me nuts, but I had to let go because I only have control over what I do. It wouldn’t kill him to be less of a slob. I’ve been so angry at him for the past month, I’ve only talked to him once. He tried to call me a couple of times yesterday, but I let it go to voicemail then sent him a text this morning. He told me to sign into Whatsapp so he can talk to me, but I’m pretending I didn’t get this message because I don’t want to talk to him. I’ll say something nasty. I’ll talk to him when he gets home, maybe.
I cleaned up the office. I filled four trash bags, and I can actually walk around without tripping over shit now. It was probably more than I should’ve done because my incision got a little oozy, but I needed a space that wasn’t complete chaos. Apparently oozing is fine as long as it’s not smelly or a weird color. I’m not even going to show the before picture because it was worse than my college dorm room. Two 18 year old girls sharing a 12’x18′ room…not a pretty sight.
The lizard tank needs a more permanent home, but the chair works for now. I had her downstairs, but it was too cold. Her coloration is really started coming out with the UV light. She’s almost red on her sides and legs, and the markings on her back are so cool. Like little chevrons. I was concerned about the white stuff in her nares, but it’s just salt. Lizards don’t have any other way to expel sodium from their bodies (they don’t sweat), so they blow it out of their nose holes in lizard snot. Yummy.
While cleaning, I unearthed my bamboo knitting needles that I never used because they were too ‘sticky’, but discovered they’re far more forgiving with dumb hands. I’m less likely to lose a stitch off of the end, so hey, I can knit again even if I can’t crochet. My rainbow yarn won’t go to waste.
You’ve been rainbowed.