Yesterday I got myself to the chiropractor. That electrical stimulation? Oh. My. God. It felt so amazing. I see an orthopedic chiropractor, and he also did a bit of massage. By the time I left he'd loosened the muscles enough that I could get sort of straight. Of course, it didn't last long, but it felt good. I'm going to go again Monday, after I teach.
This morning I was able to take a shower and not die. There is some improvement but it's ridiculously slow.
Then we had to go to the bank to close on our refinance. The number of times you have to sign your name for this sort of thing borders on the insane.
Rob agreed to do the grocery shopping, so as soon as he and Emma left I got myself upstairs and managed to sit next to the bed and fold two loads of laundry. After a brief rest I emptied the dishwasher and cleared off a counter top so he'd have a place to unpack the groceries.
I am amazed at how guilty I feel listening to him get the groceries in and put them away (with Emma's help). It's funny really --my weekends are always full of laundry, grocery-shopping, and cleaning. But I feel guilty that he will have to somehow fit these things into his weekend. Why is that?
I think it's definitely related to an article that Jenn (of Juggling Life) linked to today. An excellent article for anyone who's enjoying peri-menopause.