Weekend was ...um... interesting. It all started on Friday, although I guess I should say it started on Thursday. On Thursday, I was lifting weights in the basement (yeah, I still haven't quite given up on trying to get into shape). I was doing a military press (note to self, you are not in the military), and the last set was really, really hard. I didn't think much of it, went on to do other lifts and finish my routine. Went to bed and everything was fine. Got up the next morning, everything was fine. Got ready for work, got the kids ready - again, everything is fine. Walked down the steps and ... not so fine. My back felt like a giant had tried to twist me in two. I manage to hobble to the car and get into work. No problem because I can sit most of the day, right? Wrong. About 3pm I can no longer sit, so I drive home and lay down for the rest of the day/night. Believe it or not, this isn't the bad mom part. My younger daughter has a play date on Sunday, so on Saturday, I spend the day alternating between cleaning the house and lying on my back (still not to the bad mom part).
Sunday morning, hubby leaves with the older girl. I go over to get my younger daughter. "I'm sick," she moans. Of course, I'm not convinced. Afterall, she is often "sick" first thing in the morning, so I cajole her into getting up and getting moving. This takes about 2 hours. She's still whining that she's sick. I'm convinced that she just needs to eat something, so I load her in the car and take her to Bob Evans (for some sick reason, my kids love Bob Evans - if that doesn't get them going, nothing will). We get there, she's lying on the table. Literally. I'm kind of ignoring her. Her milk comes. I convince her to drink some. She does and then ... well, let's just say she wasn't kidding about being sick. Milk (or some remnant of it) is everywhere. I'm trying to clean up the mess with my whopping two napkins. The waitress comes over and runs to get a bucket. My girl is still yarking. When the waitress finally comes back, I've managed to pretty much clean up my daughter (note I am not saying ANYTHING about the restaurant). I offer to take the food as take-out and pay for it. Strangely enough, they were just anxious for us to leave. Needless to say, playdate is cancelled.
And if that doesn't make me a bad mom, how about the fact that I really wasn't that disappointed?
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Okay, for some reason, when you tell your stories of mom-hood, I always get this funny smirk on my face - even though I DO realize you just told us about both you AND your daughter being hurt/sick. It's your storytelling ability. =)
I'm so sorry you hurt your back. How is it today? Have you started to recover some?
And how is she? I hope she bounces back too.
Oh, and btw... NONE of that makes you a bad mother!
Heh. The sad thing is that she guilted me into the play date in the first place (why does Sarah always get have friends over and I don't ... Um, because you're in daycare/school/camp all week long with your friends and I'd like to spend time with just the family on the weekend?). And now I don't know when we'll reschedule.
Thankfully, she was basically better after yarking. Me? I'm still working on it. I'm going to try working out again tonight and see how the back holds up (no lifting, just treadmill ... maybe some bike).
Heh... that'll show her to try to guilt you into something! =P~
I'm glad she was better. And I'm WAY impressed that you're going to exercise through the pain. Woo!
hope you're feeling better. and my mom did something like that to my sister when we were in like 3rd grade. didn't believe her, sent her to school, and she threw up in the cafeteria. i think it just happens.
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