**Warning: This post may contain gratuitous references to horrible films and overuse of choice language**
Last night I was given all the proof I needed that my body shall be used for greater purposes than cleaning house. As a family, we spent last weekend cleaning, organizing, and purging. And for an entire week, I had the glorious splendor of a clean house with minimal obstacles. But alas, it wasn't to last.
Maia had been left to her own devices and took the opportunity to DESTROY her room. In my zeal to keep the house ship shape, I threw my back out. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but one minute I'm doing my best Reese Witherspoon (ha!) "bend and snap" and the next I am face down in the carpet calmly whispering obscenities in a high octave. "Shit! Damn! Fuck!"
Maia, or the pain whisper as I like to call her, took the opportunity to further spring her trap by running in at full speed and jumping on my back. That girl is all elbows and knees, let me tell you. She is so lucky I was immobilized. By this time my survival instincts had kicked in and I scrambled out of there. They can smell fear I tell you.
I feel better today, I am all knots and sore joints. Still, I'm not bed ridden by any means. But if it falls to the floor, I will just kick it out of my way...
been there! feel better.
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