I should know better than to complain. Karma has a way of eking out justice. To honor my complaint of Toby Keith’s “Red Solo Cup,” the song has been stuck in my head all day. I barely know two lines, but those two lines have been playing over and over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. You get the idea. [sigh]
Category Archives: I should know better . . .
. . . than to shovel the snow! Yes, it has to be done, and my 11-year-old son is good about doing it, but we got a lot of snow, and I insist on helping, especially the part right by the street since we live on a busy street. Now I’m paying for it. Me + snow shovel = visit to the chiropractor. And I still don’t feel great. I’ve been a bit stooped over all day. Today when I was leaving my chiropractor’s office, he said, “Don’t forget, I’m closed tomorrow, but if you need to come in Friday, give me a shout.” Translation: you aren’t going to feel better for a few days. I go in to see him every couple of months, get adjusted, things are fine. So him telling me that was a bit of a red flag.
I’m not a gal used to this much snow. Where I grew up, we might see snow once a year, and it never stayed around long. Then for over ten years I lived even farther south than where I grew up, and in that time I saw snow fall maybe twice. There was never any accumulation. There was ice one year. That’s it. So dealing with multiple snowfalls that stick around for weeks is something I’m still not used to, even after living here for 10 years.
I remember when we first moved here, and got that first snow, I wondered why people even bothered shovelling their driveways. It’s all going to melt anyway, looks like a lot of work for nothing. Then we found out that snow sticks around for a while here, and what you don’t move gets packed down, then it gets slick. Lesson learned. We got a snow shovel. Then a couple of years later we divorced and he got the shovel.
So when I needed one, I went to the hardware store and bought my own. I didn’t put any thought into it, I just bought one. I’m sure I bought the cheapest one, because who wants to spend money on a shovel when you can buy much more exciting things like shoes? But after watching my neighbors’ driveways melt and clear away after the sun came out today, I’ve about decided I should have a metal bladed shovel instead of this cheap plastic thing. Mine doesn’t get down far enough so the concrete can warm up in the sunshine and melt away the last bits of snow.
So I shoveled and shoveled and now I’m achy, stiff, and stooped, and my driveway still looks white, while the neighbors’ driveways look clean. Fail. Why, oh why, do I even bother???
. . . than to say I have laundry under control. Seriously. Just when I think I’ve conquered it – BOOM!! – the laundry pile is suddenly a mountain that threatens to come crashing down on top of me if I don’t start up the washer pronto. I know it’s never-ending, so why the heck I said it’s under control is beyond me. I know better!! 🙂
I think I’ll start of new category of “I should know better …”s. I’ve got a bunch of them! I’m a smart gal, at least in some areas, but sometimes I do make the same mistakes a couple of times. The laundry comment is minor, yes, but let’s see what else I can come up with. What about you? Anyone want to share their own “I should know better” moments? Names can be change to protect the humiliated. 🙂