Down & Out

Mama (that'd be me) has been kicked in the a** health wise the last few weeks.

But the absolute worst of the worst hit three days ago, when I somehow screwed up my back.

And by "screwed up," I mean I totally and completely incapacitated myself (which is sort of like totally and completely decapitating myself, but not quite).

I have no idea what exactly I did (though my chiropractor has thrown a few muscle and bone words at me), I just know it's been a holy lot 'o hell--and that's coming from someone who considers herself to have a pretty high pain threshold.

For three days now, I haven't been able to lift, or care for, or play with my child, and that is such an acute form of torture, I can't even describe it. If it weren't for Nanna pulling my dead weight, I'd have dug myself a hole already.

But enough of the whining (I'll save the rest for the hubby). I'm gonna look at the bright side and assume this can't last forever (right, right???). And in the meantime, I'll look back on happier times. Like when I was two, and had no earthly idea what a muscle relaxer was:

Don't I look gap-toothed a happy???

Sort of like someone else I know:

These pics (and the reaching pose) also bear a resemblance:

Minus the awesome 80's hair and super-cute blonde pigtails, of course.

:)

Here's hoping that happier, non-broken-back days will come again. 'Cause man oh MAN do I miss my 24/7 time with my Chica. (And I'm also pretty sure at some point, I have to release Nanna from her hostage situation down here in Te-jas.)