I'm out, people.
Last night my three year old was throwing a three year old tantrum and as I was escorting him to time out, he went limp. I heard a pop from my back. That was the end of it.
How old am I again?
After a trip to the Chiropractor this morning, a Route 44, and the kids spending the morning at Nana's (thanks Nana!), I am doing a little better, but I'm stuck in bed with my feet up checking (and writing) posts via iPhone. I'm also spending some quality time with my camera and manual. Taking pictures of my feet while I try different settings, propped up in bed and unable to move without tears. I've gone through labor twice, but THIS is painful.
Oh, and don't worry, despite the pain, and the 30 minutes it took me to get in the car, drive a mile and get out,
The very old man who helped me check in at the polls was moving twice as fast as me, and asked if I needed help out to the car.
On a brighter note, check back on Thursday. Why? Here's a hint.
If I'm still alive, of course. ;-)
