Mejojac's Memos

Yesterday
My house is totally trashed. And when I say totally, I mean that there is not a corner to be found that isn't a mess. So yesterday I rallied the kids around me and we started cleaning. But, soon, they were getting out more toys and just playing around. So, I tried again to explain how good it would feel if we had a clean house. Again, they started to clean... only to be distracted with a good bean bag chair fight. So, I threatened them. "I'm going to vacuum in 15 minutes. Anything in my way will be sucked up and thrown out." Now, my 8 year old knows that it isn't really possible for me to vacuum up his soccer ball, but, he does know that I have thrown toys away before. This is motivating. The kids get to work. And so, I start to dust. Might as well do something useful while they are getting their toys picked up, right? Wrong. As I reach for a spot that has an obscene amount of dust on it, I feel it. The twinge. You know the one you get in your back that just screams "NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!" I slowly lower my arms only to feel the pain intensify. Nausea overwhelms me and I feel like I need to run, not walk, run to the bathroom before I puke everywhere, but I can't move. So, I lie on the floor. Which feels worse than standing. I have Red pull out some Advil and I take as many as I think I can without killing myself. I've thrown my back out - again. This is the second time this year. The first time I threw it out while I was answering the phone. Someone called early in the morning and I jumped out of bed to get it before it woke the kids. And now, I've thrown it out while dusting. I lead a dangerous life, don't you think? The good news? Sitting up totally straight feels the best right now. Which means: I can still blog! WHEW!! Dodged a bullet that time...