I broke the ring finger on my right hand at 7:15 p.m., Saturday, April 22nd. The dog leash wrapped around the ring finger of my right hand as I was putting Annie, our Golden Retriever in the back of the van. She jumped out of the van before I could close the van door, or grab the lease. My finger is broken at the first joint.
I broke my finger and learned two valuable lessons
Don’t wrap the dog leash around your finger.
Don’t act like a maid, or you will be treated like one.
Because of the splint on my finger, I can’t wash the dishes, sweep, vacuum or clean the litter boxes.
For the next three weeks, I am not cleaning the seven litter boxes, sweeping, vacuuming or doing the dishes. All the household chores are delegated on a weekly rotation.
My list of tasks are grocery shopping and picking up the dog poop in the backyard.
After the three weeks are finished, and my finger can fit in a rubber glove again, I will continue to rotate the household chores among the family members.
And, my new motto, learned from having a broken finger:
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