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eventually i managed to really screw my back up yesterday. i was just bending over to pick something up off the floor, and when i stood back up i don't think my back went with me. after a full day of wincing, whining and generally acting like a cripple for sympathy, i went to bed hopped up on advil. i felt pretty good when i woke up this morning, i could at least walk upright without looking like a humpback. which is an improvement in my book, even if it is less funny. anyway, my one chore of the day was to go get the luggage out of storage, so i went. and wouldn't you know it, the damn bags were at the very back. no biggie, i'm a woman, hear me roar... and then hear me wimpering like a little girl as i wrench my back again carrying a box full of books. dumb ass. in other news, the assembling and packing is happening. i've made the 40 requisite lists and the stress is coming on. sometimes i think it's the lists that do it. sometimes i can see myself turning into my mother more and more. sometimes i just want to die. i make a list for everything- groceries, things to do, blah blah... they rarely ever leave the house and always get forgotten. until the vacation comes. i have 3 people to pack for, and if i ever forget to pack something for one of them, it's like the world is coming to an end. so i make lists. i revise them, i say "check" when i've got an item, i frantically re-read and fret, and still i manage to overpack everytime. it's madness i tell you. madness. and yes, just to explain that up there.. my mother does the same thing. but hers are annoying beyond belief. heh. so, remember how i said i was looking forward to this trip, that i was hoping things would be easier and that babyj wouldn't be a total pain i my ass? yeah, pipe dreams. i don't even know what i was thinking. sometimes when he sleeps i forget how bad he is, maybe that's what happened. maybe i lost my mind for a few hours and thought i had a child that was reasonable and used his head and ears. lately i've wanted to kill the boy. he just gets up to no good. ever. last week when i was changing his diaper (yes diaper, that's right. he's 3 and still not potty trained. i'm a horrible mother. so what?) i thought i saw something in his nose. the more i looked, the weirder it got. now, i know kids are supposed to put stuff in their noses, it happens. but so far as i know, this is the first time my kid has. so i was a bit freaked out. i couldn't reach whatever it was with my finger or without help, so the hub came and held him down while i plugged his other nostril and covered his mouth. imagine our surprise when a piece of alphabet mat foam the size of a large almond came flying out. we stood there in horror, grossed out and amazed. the boy just walked away. fucking nuts i tell you. i won't even go into the stuff i've found in his diaper. i'm sure you'd be better off. i would have been. ---------------------------------- holy crap, i totally meant to get this post last night, but well, i give up trying to get anything done when i want to. especially on friends/er nights. so forgive me, but i can't be arsed to start another one.... -pops
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