Easier in the Long Run.

Mr. G slouching with Mr. Lego at Disneyland.

Oh you would have laughed. I did. There was one point when I was bleeding all over the stairs and deep into that fake Christmas tree when I just had to sit down on the stairs and laugh.

It was a very heavy fake Christmas tree.

I am making a concerted effort to lift things he usually would lift. Of course it would be easier if two of us lifted these things, but there is only me. I don’t think that would be very kosher with the Workman’s Comp people if they would see him heaving and hauling various and sundry things up and down stairs. I don’t think they would realize that only one side is kersmash.

“This is really a two people job,” I kept saying out loud.

He managed to make it up the stairs this evening with the sewing machine. I followed close behind goosing him with vitriolic phrases and a finger or two, but he still carried it all the way upstairs.

I did managed to get all the tree trimmings downstairs while dropping only the giant box that holds the glass birds. I broke other ornaments but not birds. I did break the doors on the storage thingy one story above G’s closet. Speaking of bad design. He will now have to go up on a ladder and put those three storage doors back on their tracks. Yes, I feel useless.

I did juggle the big tree enough that most of the lights came on. Did you say short? I am just hoping the lack of lights is due to the fact that the tree came apart while being heaved, hoed, hauled and cursed at up those ladder-like back stairs. Apart in several big pieces in fact.

Maybe I can just nail him to the sofa until he recovers.
Maybe I need to be nailed beside him. It might be easier, cheaper and faster in the long run.