Soothing physical labor: when home ownership contributes to a healthy lifestyle

Yesterday was all about physical labour.

Physical labour, I’ll have you know, is good for you. 🙂 It’s cheaper than a gym membership, for one thing, not to mention being outside in summer weather is good for your mental health. The work, especially if it’s your own work (maintaining your own home) contributes to a certain type of well being that feeds the soul, you know? It pays back, so to speak. You can look at the finished product and pat yourself on the back and say “I contributed to this”.

Daily grind housework doesn’t feel quite the same. I mean, when I do six loads of laundry AND put it all away in the same day, which is practically unheard of around here, I don’t pat myself on the back and say ‘well done’. I just do it (or procrastinate about it). Same with the endless dishes and kitchen debris. That stuff never ends although when I see a clean and tidy counter prior to going to bed, and more importantly when I get up for coffee the next day, I do feel a sense of ‘glad I put the effort in last night’.

But yesterday, that was different.

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Unexpected morning chores

This morning I woke with a wet dog nose in my face.

I look at the clock. Almost 6 am.

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Dog sitting adventures (with pictures)

So we’re dog sitting this week.

He’s an Airedale Terrier and 9 month old, which translates roughly into “there will be mischief”. He’s basically a tween-aged dog, with all the trimmings! Lucky for us, his family is all about training (Jerry knows and follows almost all commands almost all of the time), is well socialized (thanks to puppy training classes) and lives in a family dynamic similar to ours (two adults, two kids similar aged as ours), with a similar household set up (mom stays home and works from home, dad and kids leave during the day).

He adjusted very well to us immediately, and the crying or pining was almost non-existent.

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