Somehow I managed to hurt my back. I’m not sure how I accomplished this feat being that the most strenuous thing I’ve done in the past week is watch Mad Men and chat with my friend Al, the cutest girl on Earth™.
It fucking hurts.
I woke up this morning to discover that half my body was trying to secede from the nation. It took me something like 20 minutes to get dressed and get down the stairs. It sucks.
All this, of course, happens on daycare day. So five kids + back pain = hell. Right? Wrong.
Jaycie and Max rocked the Casbah today. Taking care of me and the Tibbles. It’s weird to see them as responsible almost young adults, and it only serves as a reminder that their hanging out with Aunt Jodi days are numbered. Soon, it won’t be fun or cool. It’ll be a chore. And that day is gonna suck.