My husband and I bought a house last month because we know we want to downsize in a few years and the prices just couldn't be beat. We hope to rent it for a year or two and give the market a chance to balance out so we can get a decent price for the home we are currently living in.
The good news is that it will be perfect for us in that is has 3 bedrooms and one is outfitted with upper and lower cabinets on both sides of the room (see photos) for my mosaic studio. The bad news is that it was left very dirty and in need of paint so we have spent the last 14 days straight doing just that.
The first few days I was working over there I honestly didn't think I could walk to the car I was so beat up feeling and my pain pills had long worn off. I had been cleaning the cabinets, fridge and stove in the kitchen and it was a lot of scrubbing and an entire bottle of 409.
It really hit me the rest of the night and all the next day. The muscles I used to get up and down were screaming and my pain pills only lasted about 4 hours instead of the usual 6-8 so I am now running low for the month.
Each day I was over there working for at least 4 hours and all that leaning down and squatting to cut in around the baseboard with paint nearly killed me. It has been almost a week since we finished and I still wake up sore in spots.
To think just 3 short years ago I painted our entire Townhouse from top to bottom by myself and didn't have any problems. The fibromyalgia hit me one day and my life is altogether different. It just seemed to come upon me suddenly and never left.
We still have to paint the front of our house this fall before it gets too cold but I think I will leave most of it to my husband. He is very understanding when it comes to my aches and pains and never expects me to do too much, but it's hard not too when I have been doing things like this nearly all my adult life.
Oh well, just glad I can still help out most of the time.
Until next time :)