My back went out last Saturday. I'm still waiting for it to return.
I suppose it was inevitable. A month of celebrations, birthday cakes, a graduation and award ceremony was simply too much for it. I am a mom. I support my family. Sometimes literally, but always figuratively. My body needs me to remember that even happy stress is stress and it can only take so much before it wants me to take a break.
Did I ever need a break!
A quick rundown of my month: Cake. Clean the house. Cake and party. Mothers' Day. Clean the house. Curriculum award ceremony for Marina and party. Cake. Cake. Clean the house. Mild back spasm. Graduation (with more cake). Intense back spasm (I sneezed and that did it in). Drive to the city. Spasm. Spasm. Spasm. (Those are the potholes.) Memorial Day.
The drive to the city was absolutely necessary. My son was meeting with a woman who builds armor. Real armor. He's going to spend some time working with her as an apprentice. My husband drove us in, but since I've been the one working out the arrangements for this, I felt obligated to go too. So Chase spent three hours hammering a chest plate while I had some time with my husband. It would have been nice if the weather had cooperated. I'm sure the bitter wind and occasional cold pelting rain didn't help my pain.
I am now at a point where I can sit here and type without feeling my back lock on me. I'm thankful for that. It hasn't been easy this weekend. I feel like I'm in labor again, but this time I've pushed a couple of adults into the world.