This has been quite a difficult week – you may have noticed (or maybe you didn’t!) that I haven’t posted much this week.

I have been trying so hard to keep on top of the house duties – sticking to my cleaning schedule, dealing with the laundry mountain which included getting the iron out several times, cooking from scratch – all the things.

On top of this of course, the home-schooling continues as does the caring role I have in regards to my husband. However, this week, something has developed which has made all of these things more challenging. You know the old joke, “I have one nerve left and you’re on it”? Well it’s not so much that anyone was on my nerve – more the nerve going down from my neck to my right shoulder blade decided to get pinched somewhere along the way. If you just thought ‘ouch’, you would be right.

So movement has been a challenge. Showering, brushing my hair, lifting anything – and typing of course!

Apart from not really having much to tell your good selves, I was finding it difficult to actually type anything on my blog! I’ve been trying to keep up with posts etc but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it’s been a bit of a struggle.

Anyway, that was just to give you a little background for what happened.

There I was, putting what I believed to be the LAST load of laundry for the week, into the washing machine. Now just take a moment; the laundry basket was empty, this was the final act to be done before I could exclaim to the skies that I was the chief home-maker of the world: BEHOLD, THE BASKET IS EMPTY, ALL LAUNDRY IS DONE.

You get the idea.

So I’m hobbling around, trying to find a way to bend down to the machine without actually bending. Spoiler: You can’t. I got it all in, shut the door and hit the ‘on’ button. Straightened up, feeling like ‘at least I got that right’. I turned around and what did I see? One sock on the floor in the hall. I’d dropped one sock. One of my own socks at that. And so the melt-down ensued.

Now, I won’t go into the exact wording but it quickly descended and words like, ‘useless’, ‘pathetic’, ‘stupid’, ‘moron’, and the like were used in quick succession – then came the tears. I know what you’re thinking: All this because of 1 sock? Yes, apparently.

I’m going to admit, my confidence over the last little while hasn’t been at it’s highest, for a number of reasons. And so it seems that when I push myself to keep going regardless of everything physical and mental going on, one sock is enough to bring it all crashing down.

You want to know the ironic part – if that is the right word to use here?!

I went upstairs, with the one sock, and put it into the basket. I went back to doing whatever it was that needed done and a short while later, I noticed something: There were more things in the washing basket. That’s when I realised something…

Some things do get completed. Some things can be ‘done’. The laundry is not one of those things. EVER. Laundry, it turns out, is like gardening. You are never, ever finished.

And so I think the melt-down over a sock was really just my body telling me I had a build up of stress and that was the only way it could come out and be dealt with. Nothing to do with the sock. Turns out I’m not a useless, pathetic moron – I was just hurting, tired and stressed. Anyone relate?