Cleaning will kill you!

Being single has many perks. I have a lot more closet space. I don't have to do laundry as much. We can finally eat grilled cheese sandwiches. All the tivo shows are mine. The bathroom sink is SO MUCH cleaner.

It also has the downsides. I have to change the outside light bulbs, which means touching horrible spider webs and some sort of disgusting bug that likes to live next to light bulbs. The rear view mirror is falling off of my windshield and I have absolutely no idea of how you fix that. I'm thinking super glue is out. I might try that fun tack stuff. Or just some gum.

It was made apparent to me yesterday just how fun some things can be when you are single. I got a splinter. We live in an old home. For some reason, the floor nails will just fling themselves up and out of the floor. Oh, not all the way, just enough to rip your sock, put a run in your nylon, or my personal favorite, gouge out your foot so you get to limp around for a week. Feet issues take forever to go away. Especially since it is impossible for your body to let one leg off on a sick day. With your arms, you have some leeway, not so with feet. Poor design there.

So when I clean, which lets face it, is not that often, I go around with my handy dandy craft hammer and pound them all back down. Another plus on the single side, all the tools are mine. They finally get to be used for what ever purpose I deem fit. No longer must I endure the discussion that starts with "What am I doing with so and so tool? Did I not know that it was to be used only for the screw that is in the kitchen and not the screw that is in the dining room?" Because as a matter of fact, no I did not know, and no, I don't even care.

So yesterday I was pounding away and then because I was day dreaming about all the fun that my life entails, I smoothed the floor and buried a splinter deep into my finger.

It hurt. Badly. Now before someone would have helped me get the giant log of wood out of my finger, now it is me. I was up to the task. I couldn't find a needle, so I used a pin. I couldn't find tweezers, so I used my craft ones. I had to find my glasses, so I would be able to find my finger. Turned on all the lights, so it looked like I had landed on the sun.

My God! I could not get that thing out. The kid came to help but that didn't work. Finally I no longer had just a splinter, I was starting to get an actually wound. One that could require stitches. It hurt. Very badly.

I ran out of patience, dug to China and finally I got it out. Bandaged it up and called it a day. It hurt. Very, very badly. I was stoic though, I am just that way.

I think it just goes to show that being single is fine, it is cleaning that will kill ya!