The past week wasn’t nice to me. I had one child home sick from Tuesday to Thursday. I started a marathon house cleaning effort on Wednesday that continued all through the weekend (this is what happens when you let things go far too long). Now I’m in pain. Yes, I hurt myself cleaning house—it’s dangerous business.

It was the sweeping/vacuuming that did me in—or maybe it was the thousand loads of laundry or mopping the floor. I doubt it was the loading of the dishwasher since I do that all the time with no ill effects. I think I need to get a doctor’s note to excuse me from housework in the future.

Of course, cleaning out the minivan didn’t help. I would have put off that cleaning job had the rotten thing not griped and complained and gone on strike. But after 124,000 miles on original parts and no trips to the car doctor for a check-up, it threatened to quit if it’s demands weren’t met. So I had to clean it out, removing stacks of papers shoved under the seat—that I suspect are missing homework assignments. Old hamburger wrappers tossed toward—but missing—the garbage sack hung lovingly between the driver and passenger seats. Then there were the piles of rocks my kids like to collect—and not just gravel dragged in off the playground, but larger specimens as well (called “pretty rocks” at our house). Then I had to vacuum the van to get up the smashed pretzels/popcorn/chips/I’m-not-sure-I-want-to-know-what-it-was off the seats and floor. Once finished we took the van to the car doctor so he could tell us it will cost $1400 or more to cure what ails it and get it back to work.

I’m driving the Mazda Protégé today—which doesn’t make E happy since it means he isn’t driving it. It’s an old car and in need of a trip to the car doctor itself. I imagine it’s only a matter of time before it starts making demands and goes on strike as well.

Of course all my sore muscles might not be from housework at all but from whatever illness is causing me to run a slight fever today. But I like the idea that the illness is Toomuch Houseworkitis so I’m going to stick with that theory.

It’s more likely that it’s a real virus or something since I have two kids sick and home from school today. This means I wasn’t able to go to school this morning either—and the class I missed was ceramics and I WANTED to go. I have History 105 tonight AND we’re supposed to have a quiz. Things are not looking good for passing the quiz tonight. History is hard enough for me without having a fever brain on top of it. *sigh*

I hope this week improves (and that I won’t get super sick from whatever illness is invading my system). Even with the kids home today I’ve managed to do a bit of writing. I can’t guarantee it makes any sense (ditto for this blog post) or that I won’t have to redo every last word of it, but that happens even when I don’t have a fever brain so I can’t really blame it on that—well, I can, but I won’t.

Hope you all have a great Monday and a happy Valentine’s Day tomorrow!

Write on (but don’t clean on—it’s dangerous).