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[freyakitten]

As of this weekend, we have a chore roster. There shall be no more angryness over the fact that I don't have time to do everything, nor the inclination, nor the stamina, and thus nothing gets done. We went through all the things that need doing around the house, from cooking to mowing the lawns, figured out when free time exists, and then allotted tasks.

Vacuuming and mopping floors (both tasks that, IMO, rank slightly below doing the dishes, and well below scrubbing the toilet - what do you do when all the members of your household are quite happy to scrub the toilet but hate doing the dishes?) have been allotted to Bastard by the simple method of manipulating the order of allotment so that they were last. Before allotting these tasks, I added up the approximate time that was going to be spent by each person, and came up with me doing an hour more of chores than Bastard, with less free time in which to do it. So two of the three tasks which have led to the greatest tension when not done are not my responsibility. And the third (dishes) is only my responsibility once a week.

I'm satisfied. We started on Sunday, and so far it's working. We remembered to fill the bin and put it out.

Re: State of the human suit
Sore, tired, still trying to flush lactic acid from the system.
Doctor believes I pulled and/or tore many muscles in my left abdomen in the fall, no busted ribs (yay). Painkillers are my friend, doing muscular exercise is not. She-Boss has figured out what jobs I do that involve heavy muscle use, and did all of them over the weekend, wonderful woman that she is.
Hopefully the migraines will go as I heal those muscles, and get rid of the excess lactic acid.