I pulled on my superwoman big girls recently and decided to attack the house. The house kicked my butt.
I got blisters on my hands from sweeping. Bending to clear the floors before vacuuming threw out my trick knee. I pulled something in my foot while lunging with the vacuum cleaner. Doing the laundry dried out and cracked my hands. The cleaner I used on the bathrooms burned in all those little cracks.
I have learned two things:
1) The house hates me.
2) I’m not doing that again.
You win, house. You win.