Well those are my fingers. I literally worked my fingers until they bled.
The new house is so dirty and gross. I am only half way done cleaning it, so I will finish it up today. Bleeding fingers or not, it has to be done.
Back in 1990 I was burned in grease fire. I was told that I would never have use of my right arm again. I told the doctors that I had to get use back, I had my first child on the way. I was pregnant with Amber.
I did get use back, but I have a lot of scar tissue. I can notice it, but other people say that unless they know what to look for they don't see it.
Anyway, I just take for granted that it is there. It is stiffer then my other skin. So when I saw my fingers bleeding I was shocked.
For everyone that wants to smack Amber please come over and get in line.
Last night Amber asked me what was for dinner. I told her whatever she could find. Amber then said "A good mom cooks and cleans for her children."
I just raised my hand and said " Well I must be a good mom then because I just scrubbed down our new house until my fingers started to bleed. If you want dinner then go get it yourself!"
So here I am this morning. My fingers still hurt. Rusty is under a lot of stress. My house has no peace. I am trying my hardest to keep everything together.
The home that we are living in now went to sale yesterday and it was sold. So now I am just sitting here waiting for a knock at the door. I wonder how much time we will have to finish getting our stuff out.
Oh well, life moves on. Today I am going back to the house to finish cleaning. On Saturday I am going to start moving all of the stuff from our garage into the other houses garage.
I think this is one reason Rusty is stressed. Other then the move and work. I think Rusty is stressed out because this move falls on my shoulders. I thought that is what a spouse does.Aren't we suppose to pick up the slack when the other one cant?
Oh well, I need to get my ass in gear and get moving. There is a lot to get done today.