The Hunchback of Mt. Vernon

You'll have to be patient with me today.  You see, yesterday I woke up fine.  Early, but fine.  I chased bare bottoms around the house before capturing them and covering them with teeny, tiny dinosaur underpants and jeans with adjustable elastic strips.  I brushed teeth and fed one cat, one dog and three fish.  It was a normal morning until I began making breakfast for the kids.  I whipped up some french toast and when I reached into the refrigerator to get a jug of milk, I felt a jolt.

No, I wasn't electrocuted by my refrigerator, but when you add my luck with appliances to my luck with plumbing, being shocked isn't that outlandish.

But this time my back was the culprit.  One small area inside my shoulder blade hurt with a such a force that I could not lift my head or drop my shoulders.  Within a few minutes, my entire perspective changed. 

I went from this:

To this.

So I went to the doctor for help.  Or, more specifically, because I knew I couldn't suffer through five days of impersonating the Hunchback of Notre Dame without some sort of medicinal intervention.  At the doctor, an exam revealed absolutely nothing, so I was on my way rather quickly with the promise of relief.


Papa stayed at the house to help me wrestle the children and dish out meals.  At each moment when I'd normally work on the blog, my eyes would close slowly and I'd make my way back to the couch to my heating pad and DVRed episodes of the X Factor.   

How cute is Rachel Crow, anyway?

I'm hoping that my drug-induced state won't prevent me from sharing Cael's latest offense with you tomorrow, because he is really giving 100% these days.

So.... I hope you'll... tune.  in tomorrow..... for morrreeeeee.............