Literally.
My neck is killing me. It’s affecting my ability to take care of my kids! I injured it on Lance’s birthday while transferring Miles carseat from our minivan into our new Prius, the vehicle of choice for any trip over 5 miles away. Somehow, while fighting and wrangling with said carseat, I pulled a neck muscle. Owwww….I didn’t realize it right away. Now it is so painful I can barely do anything.
Where is that mom’s workman’s comp when you need it? Lucky for me Steve is incredibly busy at work, writing the proposal for his book and studying for some certification that he needs to have done by month’s end. Steve is MIA from family life. Which means that every day I vow to take it easy, sit on the couch and watch endless hours of Scooby Doo while while my neck heals. And every day that lasts about an hour until the reality of motherhood is once again apparent. And that reality sounds something like this: Moms Don’t Get Sick Days. Great. I’m screwed.
Blake keeps making fun of me, saying that I look like a robot. Wow, that’s helpful. Can you please get mommy dearest some more motrin? The pain is so intense, maybe it’s a pinched nerve? Or my personal favorite, a tumor? I think it’s just a pulled muscle this time, but it hurts and I’m sick of hurting for almost a week now and life sucks.