At 28 weeks pregnant, she should NEVER carry a 40lb child balanced precariously on her hip and enormous stomach because he hurt his finger and refuses to walk back from the water park. How hurting one's finger prevents one from walking is a mystery reserved for tired three-year-olds.
If this warning is not heeded, the pregnant woman should expect to feel like she were slammed in the lumbar region with a baseball bat. Once home, she should sit gently on the couch with proper pillow support and her put her feet up.
Then she can struggle to get back up again when the phone rings. On three separate occasions. And she can forget to bring the phone back to the couch with her on all those occasions because she's tired and moody and needs a hug.
Also, I mentioned Dr. Phil's wife, Robin, in a rather negative light in a previous post. I also said that karma would teach me a thing or two as a result. It took a couple of days, but it found me.
No, not just the back thing. That was pure stupidity on my part. Especially since I had able-bodied Mrs Wailing offering to carry him. Duh.
Prior to nearly throwing my back out, Mrs. Wailing and I made the long journey to the new Fourbucks by her place. I ordered a decaf Americano. The three sips I had prior to getting to the water park were heavenly.
Once at the park, I put the coffee down on the bench so I could help Gutsy and Intrepid apply sunblock. "Don't forget to take off your sandals, Gutsy!" I reminded him as he tromped off excitedly to the water sprayer thing-a-ma-doo-bob.
"Oh, right, mom!" says Gutsy and he plops himself onto the bench. His plaid-covered buttocks bumps my coffee right off the back and onto the ground.
"Oh no! I'm sorry, mommy," says Gutsy in the most regrettable tone. "The next time we come here and I sit down on the bench to take off my sandals, I'll be more careful and not spill your coffee, ok?"
God, but I love him. Even though he's an expert preschool pummeller, he has a sweet side that is simply adorable. I drank the remaining half inch of coffee with a smile and a tear in my eye.
Also, big props to my amazing nine-year-old, Intrepid. Those older kids are so gosh darn useful! He was a big help today in calming down a whine-a-riffic Gutsy. If there was a big brother awards ceremony, he'd clean up. He'd run out of witty speeches and people to thank. When I picked Gutsy up to carry him, I was scolded for doing so by dear Intrepid "You're not supposed to be lifting him, you know! I can carry him, mom".
Truly. What did I do to deserve such great kids? You'd think I actually parent them some days.
If this warning is not heeded, the pregnant woman should expect to feel like she were slammed in the lumbar region with a baseball bat. Once home, she should sit gently on the couch with proper pillow support and her put her feet up.
Then she can struggle to get back up again when the phone rings. On three separate occasions. And she can forget to bring the phone back to the couch with her on all those occasions because she's tired and moody and needs a hug.
Also, I mentioned Dr. Phil's wife, Robin, in a rather negative light in a previous post. I also said that karma would teach me a thing or two as a result. It took a couple of days, but it found me.
No, not just the back thing. That was pure stupidity on my part. Especially since I had able-bodied Mrs Wailing offering to carry him. Duh.
Prior to nearly throwing my back out, Mrs. Wailing and I made the long journey to the new Fourbucks by her place. I ordered a decaf Americano. The three sips I had prior to getting to the water park were heavenly.
Once at the park, I put the coffee down on the bench so I could help Gutsy and Intrepid apply sunblock. "Don't forget to take off your sandals, Gutsy!" I reminded him as he tromped off excitedly to the water sprayer thing-a-ma-doo-bob.
"Oh, right, mom!" says Gutsy and he plops himself onto the bench. His plaid-covered buttocks bumps my coffee right off the back and onto the ground.
"Oh no! I'm sorry, mommy," says Gutsy in the most regrettable tone. "The next time we come here and I sit down on the bench to take off my sandals, I'll be more careful and not spill your coffee, ok?"
God, but I love him. Even though he's an expert preschool pummeller, he has a sweet side that is simply adorable. I drank the remaining half inch of coffee with a smile and a tear in my eye.
Also, big props to my amazing nine-year-old, Intrepid. Those older kids are so gosh darn useful! He was a big help today in calming down a whine-a-riffic Gutsy. If there was a big brother awards ceremony, he'd clean up. He'd run out of witty speeches and people to thank. When I picked Gutsy up to carry him, I was scolded for doing so by dear Intrepid "You're not supposed to be lifting him, you know! I can carry him, mom".
Truly. What did I do to deserve such great kids? You'd think I actually parent them some days.