Couple of things for you:
1) My hips are long-term unhappy due to a bicycle accident a while back. I cannot kneel, due to a car accident in 1995. This combination means that weeding is..."interesting." Esp. since DH cannot tell a weed from a wisteria, for all that he does do yard work, albeit very circumscribed (by me) tasks. What all this means is that I've developed work-arounds.
suggestion for your aching hips and hands: Buy a "bucket seat." This kind of bucket seat screws into the top of a 5-gallon bucket and makes a surprisingly comfortable place to sit. You lean over and pull out weeds from a sitting position.
suggestion is that you invest in a hori-hori, asparagus knife/weed stick/dandelion knife, or other weed-attacking tool to, in essence, extend the length of your hand while at the same time digging out *all* of the taproot of the weeds so that at least these very same ones cannot return.
2) Applestar has a method she calls "drowned weeds." A Search on the phrase "drowned weeds" or "drowned weed bucket" will yield information on this method. After weeds are "drowned," I believe she considers them OK to add to her compost.
3) What does your roommate do that takes the same length of time as you spent weeding to help the household stay liveable? Vacuum/mop the floors? Clean bathrooms? It needs to be something generally unpleasant and causing a sweat. Asthma isn't a complete "get out of housework free" card; my girlfriend has asthma *and* an active life, likewise one of my sisters.
I hope you feel better soon, although from my own experience I suspect it won't be tomorrow.
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I'm SO happy to hear I'm not alone! Sorry to hear about your bicycle accident, for me a heating pad has worked wonders, and stretches too. Do you have any you regularly do?
The bucket seat is a wonderful idea- i just worry about still having to hunch over, i like to get down by the roots of the plant, and pull!
We already have a hori-hori, i actually broke it a few weeks ago trying to tackle these weeds. It's all bent and broken. Seriously- THAT's what I'm trying to tackle!
and I will search for- and check out0 the drowned weed thing! Roomie and his father wants to buy weed killers, but we've got some beautiful hostas that i'd rather not see die!
Basically, he owns the house- but he does dishes when I ask him too, and takes out the trash on fridays. Then he mows the lawn, and that's it
We get a housekeeper every month that cleans the house, though oftentimes i will clean after a few weeks, because we're both semi-slobs-- but I'm extremely claustrophobic about the kitchen, so I'm cleaning it constantly. And cat sickness, too, because If I don't, it'll stay there for, like, weeks! Augh. He's going to fall apart when I move out- seriously!
Granted, he owns the freaking house- but weeding isn't all my job, damnit, and he simply won't help- even if i ask! he's always not feeling well, and even after a bit of lawn moving, he's basically having an asthma attack. I'm not sure how much if it's in his head, or not, but he sure as heck doesn't seem to care if I'm in pain or not.
He's always been this way, but recently it's just getting more frustrating and I just had to rant to someone- since i obviously can't to him!