A Complicated Relationship…Why Jars & I Will Never Be BFF’s.
Relevance? Oh, just you wait and see!
I could sell snow to the Eskimos. Or, in this case, I could blog about virtually anything and make it relevant to life with chronic illness or disability.
Oh yeah, I’ve got skills baby!
Now that I’ve digressed and extolled my awesomeness as a writer, I’ll get back on topic.
Jars and I will never be BFF’s.
Psst(!), Mum, BFF means ‘Best Friends Forever.’ I just taught you some new lingo. No need to thank me. I know you appreciate the life lessons.
Sorry, I digress again. Blame the general ditziness and brain fog.
Back to jars and I never being BFF’s.
Which is a total shame, because I absolutely LOVE jars.
I know, I know, I just said jars and I will never be BFF’s. We won’t. But it doesn’t mean I don’t love them.
It’s like my relationship with my brother when we were growing up. I loved him because he is my brother, but I didn’t really like him so we weren’t friends.
Make sense? See where I’m going with this?
It totally applies to this situation.
I love the food trend of serving meals in a jar. Preferably a Mason. Grab-n-go breakfasts. Salad-in-a-jar. Drinks-in-jam-jars.
Hubby would say just serve my f***ing food on a f***ing plate!
I think he needs an attitude adjustment. We all know that everything tastes better when it’s served in a jar.
I also have quite the collection of jars amassing in the cupboard under the kitchen sink.
I buy a juice, it comes in a cute jar, I save the jar, I reuse the jar.
Repeat for other food and drink varieties.
Hubby thinks I’m nuts.
He really does need that attitude adjustment.
So I really love jars. But jars come with lids and that is where the problem starts.
Which is why jars and I will never be BFF’s.
Just thinking about it, I could actually apply this aversion, this ‘friendship-is-never-gonna-work’ attitude, to any sort of container with a screw-top lid.
That’s a long list! Better stay on topic with the jars.
Take the other day as a prime example of this never-ending struggle.
I’ve really been getting into essential oils over the past 2 months – blog post on that coming soon! – and I was keen to make my own dishwasher powder.
Super simple, all it required was mixing together 1 cup of Borax, 1 cup of washing soda and my desired essential oils.
My enthusiasm was halted by the jar of Borax.
Brand new. Sparkly. It taunted me from the bench top:
“I’ve got a screw top lid with a child lock, baby! Good luck with that!”
Not. A. Freaking. Chance. Of. Success.
It didn’t stop me from trying, as I’m extremely stubborn (with a dash of stupid thrown in), but all I got for my efforts was a pain party and energy wipe out.
I really wish I were joking about that last sentence.
“I’m like an iPhone I just lose energy without doing anything.” – Unknown
Think about your own experiences with opening a particularly stubborn jar. When you bring some serious muscle power to the job and the thing still won’t budge.
Apply that to any jar (or container), any time, whether that pesky air-lock seal is still intact or otherwise.
I bring serious muscle power – or so I tell myself!– to the task, but statistically speaking, my odds of success are extremely low.
I usually walk away frustrated, arms burning from the nerve pain and feeling like I need to spend some serious time at the recharge station.
On the few occasions that I actually manage to open the jar, I walk away triumphant, arms burning from the nerve pain and feeling like I need to spend some serious time at the recharge station.
This is just one of the many ‘little’ things that most people take for granted and can do without even thinking.
I highlight it to show you how different the world is for someone living with chronic illness or disability.
Daily activities can become monumental undertakings. It is the little struggles that change a life.
Getting the cap off a water bottle. Doing up buttons and zippers on clothing. Washing your hair.
Opening a damn jar!
Looks like there are many things that I will never be BFF’s with…!!
Now it’s your turn! Can you relate to what I’m talking about? What humble household item do you have a love/hate relationship with? Comment below!
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