Brian went to the chiropractor for the first time in his life in hopes of curing an ailing back.
I cleaned the house from top to bottom in two days including changing over the bedding from winter to summer and flipping the mattress.
What does all this mean? It means William has two cripples for parents this week.
Turns out the first chiropractor appointment to cure is bad back actually makes the pain worse. They tell us this is temporary and Brian need only consistently return to get the desired results. Sounds a bit scheme-like to me. Was it just me or did you just hear a duck quack?
As for the house cleaning? I panicked. Or nested. Whatever. It suddenly dawned on me that I may not get a three hour window of time (naptime) to get on my hands and knees and scrub the kitchen floor in the near future.
But it turns out all that hands and knees and up and down and shake-out-the-rugs action with an extra 30 pounds out in front of you can really push a sciatic nerve to the brink.
My mother-in-law asked me if I've ever heard of a mop?
I told her she clearly couldn't see how much cleaner my floors were by getting right down there and scrubbing all the toddler out of it.
So now we're a bunch of worthless parents this week due to the unfavorable timing of our decisions.
We wince when it's bathtime. We play paper-rock-scissors when it's time to lift William into the car. Our cold packs and heating pads are getting quite the workout. And there's huge dents forming in the sofa and inside the ibuprofen bottle. (Not from me, of course.)
At least I can use the 9 months pregnant excuse. I just can't milk it for all it's worth anymore.
Unless...
Does anyone want to play my surrogate husband and fetch me dish of ice cream?
I cleaned the house from top to bottom in two days including changing over the bedding from winter to summer and flipping the mattress.
What does all this mean? It means William has two cripples for parents this week.
Turns out the first chiropractor appointment to cure is bad back actually makes the pain worse. They tell us this is temporary and Brian need only consistently return to get the desired results. Sounds a bit scheme-like to me. Was it just me or did you just hear a duck quack?
As for the house cleaning? I panicked. Or nested. Whatever. It suddenly dawned on me that I may not get a three hour window of time (naptime) to get on my hands and knees and scrub the kitchen floor in the near future.
But it turns out all that hands and knees and up and down and shake-out-the-rugs action with an extra 30 pounds out in front of you can really push a sciatic nerve to the brink.
My mother-in-law asked me if I've ever heard of a mop?
I told her she clearly couldn't see how much cleaner my floors were by getting right down there and scrubbing all the toddler out of it.
So now we're a bunch of worthless parents this week due to the unfavorable timing of our decisions.
We wince when it's bathtime. We play paper-rock-scissors when it's time to lift William into the car. Our cold packs and heating pads are getting quite the workout. And there's huge dents forming in the sofa and inside the ibuprofen bottle. (Not from me, of course.)
At least I can use the 9 months pregnant excuse. I just can't milk it for all it's worth anymore.
Unless...
Does anyone want to play my surrogate husband and fetch me dish of ice cream?
Justin will get you one tonight!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you scrubbed the floor on your hands and knees! You are one ambitious mama! I was so tired all of the time during my last pregnancy - I never did get the "nesting" instinct. Fortunately, my husband got it for both of us and managed to clean our house quite well before we left for the birth center!
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