After taking Ariel in for a stupendous dentist appointment this afternoon, we headed to Target.  Racecar wanted to ride in the big part of the cart, which is normal for him, so I lifted him into the cart and a short time later he wanted out again, which is also very typical.  At that point, Ariel wanted into the cart so she could read her book.

As I put her in the cart, I had a sharp pain in my lower back.  It took my breath away and I was nervous because I knew I had to remove her from the cart before too long.  I walked around and waited for my back to feel a little better and it did.  But when I removed her while checking out, I thought I was going to die.  I also made the most ghastly, most embarrassing noise which probably caused one too many nosey customers to look in our direction.  I just smiled and acted like it didn’t feel like someone was trying to saw me in half.  It’s been terrible ever since that moment in Target.  I’m sitting here, I can’t move, it hurts to sneeze or cough.  I’m a giant mess and I feel about 104 years old.

Not only do I have a backache now, but I’m still sick and it’s my precious time of the month where I feel like my uterus is trying to come out of my butt and my head is throbbing thanks to ALL OF THE HORMONES.  Don’t I sound like a joy to be around?  Do you want to bring me cookies and soup and sit by my side?

It’s a good thing Brian is home now because I know what I would if I were alone.

So, I’m just going to sit here and wait for dinner to magically appear, the laundry to magically fold itself and for me to sit and eat chocolate while I magically lose weight.  hmmm…this must be what it feels like to be male.

Oh, I kid (sorta) like you didn’t see that coming.

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