It ended in one band-aid, one bruised tendon, a lightly scraped thumb, a lightly scraped heel, some stubbed toes, a couple of lumps on the head, sore body, and exhausted archaeogoddess.
What did I do that caused such injury? I did the chores.
I fell over the vacuum cleaner several times and once it bit me on the heel, right after it pulled itself out of the wall instead of the cord unwinding from the machine as it normally does. And this is the machine that likes me. The old one used to fall to pieces when I approached. I kept hitting my head on the sloped ceilings as I tried to get into the corners to vacuum and mop. I cut myself and bruised myself on the washing machine, whose filter was clogged and so would not run properly. Since I couldn't get the filter to unscrew (resulting in a bruised tendon), I had to manually drain the washing machine every time it was supposed to drain. Through a little hose at the bottom of the machine. I sat on the floor in the bathroom for an hour walking that stupid machine through a 20 minute wash. I moved furniture that had been left all over the place during the roommate shuffle and over exerted myself.
On a normal day I can perform these chores without injury to myself. I have done all of these tasks without bruising or scraping myself. I have happily dragged the vacuum to the farther reaches of the room with the cord unrolling itself behind me without having it unplug itself and shoot itself into the back of my leg.
Yesterday was, therefore, not my kind of day.
On a normal day when things go wrong I will just give up and put myself in bed or in front of the TV and wait for the jinx to pass. But you cannot let the shower curtain and the bath mat stay in the wash until your big strong husband comes home. Especially if you know the other roommates take showers at night and like to do their laundry when they get home. You also cannot just stomp off and leave the vacuum in the middle of the floor.
Once there are no more roommates, however, I will do precisely that.