When the Healer’s Hurt
Tuesday, October 20th, 2009Yes, life actually does stop, when I can’t work………………or at least mine does. It stops just long enough for me to lie on a cold pack, then a hot one, repeatedly, until I can get up and move to my computer and undo all the recouperating that I’ve just done with the hot and cold therapy. Well, no matter. I’ve taken enough ibuprofen to put a Lipizanner (large horse) into a coma.
This morning, I got up early, and stepped gingerly down the stairs to make a breaky and lunch for my son, so that I could go back and lie down again, and ask my ever supportive hubby to take our son to school.
I slipped the cold pack under my low back, and read until my son and his puppy jumped up on the bed next to and on top of me. This was not a problem, as we have one of those special foam matresses that doesn’t transfer movement. I highly recommend it. After my son left me in favor of his morning cartoon, I went back to reading, and Thanking G-d that I married the most supportive man in the entire universe, as I listened to him inviting my son to dress himself.
I say inviting, because in stark contrast to my way of doing things, that is exactly how my hubby handles tasks with my son. It’s so easy for him. I on the other hand try to make it easy on my son, who instead of reciprocating, does everything he can to make the task miserably difficult on me, because it amuses him to do so. Now that I’ve heard my hubby having such an easy time this morning, by not doing any of what I do (over-helping in the dressing process) I fully intend to let my son know that I know he can do it himself, and that I’m not helping any more.
He’s SIX for Heaven’s Sake!! Ain’t nothin’ wrong with his little arms n legs!!
Not helping him should give me a bit more time to check out what’s going on with my friends on Face Book. You can find me there, now, and it’s really kind of a fun site.
Let Me Know if you can suggest any links.