Lately I feel like an NFL player at the twilight of his career. The bodily injuries resulting from two kids are mounting. Charlotte, who flops her head around like a bobblehead doll, head-butted my lip the other day. I now have a dark spot on the upper right side. My right arm and shoulder have been sore for weeks. Carrying an 18-pound “infant” around in his portable carseat is no easy task. Did I mention his 32-pound sister still wants to be held… and hoisted into our bed? I often do it from the lying-down position. So, yes, my rotator cuff has permanent damage. Oh, and my right knee is shot. It’s a combination of the extra, I don’t know, 50 pounds I’m carrying around on my body and the multiple bags I drag in and out of the house and work daily–a diaper bag, a bag with all the paperwork and bills I need to get to, my breast pump bag and a lunch bag to keep my calorie intake up thereby compounding the aforementioned weight problem! Yes, being a parent to young children is like an ongoing basic training course–you know at some point it will get easier but you never seem to adapt. Dave’s back is messed up. It could have happened from a number of things–shoveling and snowblowing the drive for the 20th time, taking down all the outdoor decorations, catching Charlotte as she catapults on top of him from the couch, restraining Thomas when he thinks Daddy’s lap is a jumper, carrying me out to the car so my feet don’t get wet–are you kidding? That would land him in the hospital, for sure. I just wanted to make you smile.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 5
This post was written by Tara on December 26, 2008