Sydney woke me early in the morning sorrow filled telling me he had an accident, he wet the bed. I got out the SpotBot I bought last year to replace my old one that died. I stripped the bedding (something I do every Saturday anyway or pre-surgery as of late). Within a few minutes of cleaning with the machine, I laid towels down to soak up any residual moisture. I air dried it and sprayed Lysol on top of the mattress just to kill off any extra cooties hanging around. Good as new. He was embarrassed and I just said it happens to everyone and told him about a dream I had of going to the bathroom and woke myself to a sudden warm piddle. I told him it happens to everyone at some point and played it off because he already felt bad. I filled the bathtub with liquid laundry soap and proceeded to wash the bedding with my rubber gloves on (still waiting for washer lid lock to arrive). Sydney helped me wring out the laundered bedding and I filled the tub with rinse water and repeated the wringing out party with my baby. Threw the stuff in the dryer and all was well again. That is the first time that he had an accident and I'm sure that just like anybody, it was a rare instance and not a precursor of things to come.
Jim called me to tell me that the taxes came in and he would meet me in Colt so we could go to Jonesboro for me to go and look at new washers. He then called me and said to meet him at the Sears store in Forrest City, they were having a clearance sale (he knows I never pay full price for anything). I bought a 4.5 cu front load washer AND dryer. Hummmm, Samsung or Whirlpool brand, can't remember which one. New hoses, plugs, delivery, and 1400.00 later I was happy to erupt my machine conspiracy into the 21st century. I saved 66% on the pair and was elated with joy. Delivery will be on Monday and I will clean up the other machines and return them to my aunt. This will give me time to also move a shelving unit and small chest freezer to get to the dryer area. Spring cleaning of sorts in a small area. It's all good.
My hand is healing nicely and was well enough to cut Jim and Sydney's hair. I was worn out and my hand was very "tired" afterwards. The pain in my thumb has returned to the mid knuckle area and I contribute it to the swelling in my palm causing pinching of the motor branch nerve, I guess I over-did it today. When I took my neck brace off today I was hit with pain, OH MY WORD, I forgot to take my Flexeril and felt the ramifications from it. The pill couldn't work fast enough and I was on the verge of tears. Every move I made once I sat down was followed by this weird moan that my daughter once described as a moan of pain, that was when I tore my rotator cuff back in 2001. Really, I'm not that hard on my body, I just use it lots. I think maybe it's time to be more like a propper lady and quit trying to do everything myself. I hate the thought that I'm getting older and my body is not the spry youngster that my brain still thinks it is. I'm afraid of feeling weak or useless. After all, we use to put down animals that no longer earned their keep on the farm.
