I am starting to feel like a person again. Not just a vomiting slug. There are still some weird things going on but the endless sickness and darkness appear to be lifting.
I am looking forward to cleaning the house. It has become a dust covered den in the last two months. Cleaning just doesn't feature when all one can think of is sickness. And although himself "tries" to clean, things get missed with only one person on the job. Besides I was given an article to read one day from New Scientist that proved men just don't see dust. Ha! Spurious was the word that came to mind. Perhaps he had falsified the entire issue. Actually there was very little proof and more conjecture as far as I was concerned. Apparently it would seem to be a good excuse for the dust bunnies under the couch.
Either way the house is a mess and I have written a five page list that outlines everything that requires a scrubbing. This includes crazy pregnant stuff such as washing the brush and pan.
Rubber gloves and scrubbing brushes are calling for the weekend.
No comments:
Post a Comment