How do you eat an elephant?
One bite at a time.
I've been reminding myself of that old saying this week as I slowly tackle cleaning house.
And housework with a wheelchair involved is very similar to the way a cow eats...you're constantly cleaning the same thing over and over and over. We met someone once who had an indoor and an outdoor wheelchair. Bobby was aghast. Not only is the cost of that prohibitive, but the thought of having to be transferred into a different chair every time you want to leave the house or come back inside is horrid. Just the thought of a minimum of four extra transfers a day makes my shoulders hurt.
But I am determined that this year I can somewhat return to everything having a place and everything being somewhat organized (though the kitchen table is already mocking me on that one). I am so not there, but hopefully, by this summer, I will be. One bite at a time.