Mom life: injuries and cleaning frenzies

Today I woke up to blood stains all over the sheets.

Meh.

No, I’m not back on my period (πŸ˜€πŸŽ‰) and no, no one got murdered (that I know of).

The blood came from my arm.

Back story:

I was at the family house (still am, one more appointment to get through today) and was BBQ-ing a few days ago. I closed the lid and was momentarily distracted by Tucker the Great Hole Digger. πŸ™„

I yelled at him to stop and must have leaned my arm against the lid of the grill, which was obviously hot, and burned the top layer of my epidermis.

It didn’t hurt that much at first. I mean, I didn’t feel pain, it was more surprise that the thing was hot and I should maybe step further away from it.

I put some cold water on it but not immediately, which in hindsight might have prevented further burning. I mean, that spot on my arm was burnt, and hot, and the skin must have continued to melt. But, in my defense, I had to yell at the dog first and then walk up the steps and down the hall to the kitchen to get to the tap…

Anyway, Sonja doctored me up, and protected the surface wound from exposure with a loose fitting gauze strip secured by medical tape.

It was fine. I was fine. As long as I didn’t bump into anything on that side of my arm, I didn’t even know I had this injury.

Sleeping was a bit more challenging. I like sleeping with my arm under my pillow and I’m a tosser and turner… My arm protested a few times and I replaced the loose bandage with a firmer one at night time the next day.

By the third day I was bandaid free. Even at night.

Until this morning. Because… blood all over my sheets.

Blah.

Today, prior to the appointment, I get to do unexpected laundry. Because everyone knows you can’t let blood stains set or they’ll never come out ever again.

So you can understand why I’m thrilled. πŸ™„

Here’s another thing that happened at the family house.

The bathroom was dirty. (Surprise! 😱)

Actually, it wasn’t so dirty that a guest would feel horror using it; quite the opposite. He’s keeping the surfaces clean, the sink and toilet wiped, and the towels get washed regularly. Even the mirror was mostly spot free.

But the inside of the vanity, the drawers, as well as the wall cabinet above the toilet…

Sigh.

When I moved out, my daughter transferred some of her stuff to the upstairs bathroom. (She and her brother have rooms in the basement and share the bathroom down there). And, as we all know, teen girls have a lot of cosmetic and hair products.

I’m a relatively low-maintenace kinda gal when it comes to products but I have more now than I had when I was eyeball deep in toddlers. But I never had as much stuff as my daughter has… 😳

Anyway, the girl child takes after his side of the family with the clutter. It’s quite baffling – is it genetics?

I will admit though that my side shines through every so often when she gets into an organizing mood…it happens, just not often enough.

Well, that mood has been missing for some time in that teenager. When I arrived for the string of appointments and needed to use the bathroom for delicate things like removing or inserting contact lenses, for which clean and dust free spaces are optimal, I was more than a little irritated.

I did a bit of spot cleaning in the cabinet but quickly realized I needed to do a complete overhaul. Main culprit?

Empties.

What is it with her, and her dad, keeping empties? Why is it so difficult to throw away empty tubes of toothpaste or acne lotion or shampoo bottles or boxes of paste or cream or soap or whatever?

I could feel myself get worked up almost immediately when I arrived at the house. But I left it because I had other things I needed to do. Until yesterday. I was in the bathroom fighting a losing battle with my frizzy hair when I suddenly had an urge to Just Do It.

So I did.

But first, I plugged myself into some YouTube videos about synchronicity, a subject that intrigues me given how many patterns (not just numbers) I see all the time. It’s much easier (for me) to remain calm(er) when dealing with grime and clutter if I’m distracted by intriguing subject matter feeding into my brain.

And so I tackled every single inch in that bathroom. I purged and rearranged a few things, got rid of empties or expired items, and wiped and polished every surface.

The crowning achievement was me on my hands and knees wiping up the floor including all the tricky spots like behind the toilet and under the vanity near the vent in the wall.

If the bathroom was big enough I could invite you all over to eat a meal in there now, that’s how clean it is. πŸ˜›

When I was done I had Sonja review that all her stuff was still there even though some of it was relocated, and that was that.

I did give her a small lecture about not starting multiple items of the same thing, to finish one before opening up a new one, in the interest of keeping clutter under control but time will tell if the teen brain absorbed my lecture, or if it rattled around inside her skull and exited without processing. πŸ˜‰

In hindsight, now that I’ve typed out this sordid tale, I wonder if I re-injured my arm, the old BBQ wound, while bumping around during my cleaning frenzy. I had a shower before bed but didn’t think to put a bandaid on that spot, maybe I should have…

So there you have it. Another exciting day in the life of a πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦ mom with teens.

Thank you for stopping by to read my story today! See you in the comments.

15 thoughts on “Mom life: injuries and cleaning frenzies

  1. The “almost” empty is what makes my head go BoomπŸ’₯🀯 putting the milk back in the fridge with like a tablespoon of milk leftπŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈπŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ Just toss it fer cryin out loud! They learned THAT from their fatherπŸ˜πŸ˜‚

    I’ve noticed that my hands and forearms especially bleed with every scratch or cut. I have thinner, “old lady bird skin” now and it seems like I constantly have various wounds in the process of healingπŸ™„πŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ

    Pour some peroxide on the blood spots before you wash. The bubbling is satisfying to watch, and the peroxide eats the blood.

    πŸ’ŒπŸ’ŒπŸ’Œ

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  2. Omg. I completely understand about needing order. My hubby takes the empty containers of whatever and leaves them near the front entrance β€œto remind”!himself that he needs to buy a new one of whatever container is sitting on the hall table. Sometimes the stuff stays there for a week or more. Wouldn’t it make more sense to write oneself a note to pick up a new things? Frustrating!

    Hope your arm gets better soon and that you were able to wash the blood off of your sheets!

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    1. Pfff… I get it. I trained mine with the list making but one of them will still leave empty supplement containers in the drawer as a reminder (which doesn’t work as it sits there for weeks and no one knows to buy a new one if it’s not on the list)… Eventually one gets purchased and placed in the drawer but does that mean the empty one gets removed? Along with the other 6 empties?

      I’ll spare you the obvious answer. πŸ™„

      Then they wonder why I have rage. πŸ˜€πŸ˜­

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  3. Thankfully one day they will leave and make a mess of their own homes! Although all 3 of mine seem to be much neater now that they have full responsibility as adults.

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  4. I’m a very keen empty thrower-away-er. Even when something isn’t quite empty, I start feeling throw-it-away urges, and I look forward to it becoming empty so I can actually throw it away. And maybe I’m a little weird, but I’m okay with that.

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    1. Same! And when I’m at the family house and I see something almost empty I say to myself: “Self, when you come back here next time, if you see this same thing still here in this drawer along with a newly opened one, you win a hundred bucks!”

      I’ll be rich in no time. πŸ€‘πŸ’°πŸ’΅πŸ¦

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