So I woke up this morning with a kink in my neck.
And when I say "kink" I mean, I have to keep my head cocked
at a stationary 45 degree angle, in order to keep from yelling out in pain.
Today was my day to sub in Will's class for one of the helpers.
It is very difficult to watch 20 four year olds while having a kinked neck...
they are quick little whippersnappers.
Lucky for me it rained today, if I had had to watch
them on the playground, I would have been a gonner.
It has been one of those days in general, tsgs.
One of those can-we-just-be-done-with-it-already days,
where the stress seems to gather in that trapezoidal area
right between your shoulder blades.
The "kink" is just the stressful cherry on top.
You never realize how much you enjoy turning your head quickly,
with speed and precision until you can't turn your head quickly,
with speed and precision.
Rapid head turning is one of those under appreciated gifts in life.
Several times today the children have done things that have
caused me to snap my head very quickly.
Loud noises. Fighting. Crying.
Addison falling into the tub, fully clothed, in footie pjs.
The children just do not understand that when one's
mother has a "kink", they must be on their best behavior.
Scott tried to help explain this to them, using Star Wars lingo.
He created a "kink-in-the-neck" word picture.
"Imagine Mommy is like C-3PO. She can only turn from side to side,
like this...Master Luke, where are you, Master Luke?"
They thought this was hysterical.
Me? Not so much. Even now as Scott came to ask me a question,
it took me a full minute to rotate around to look at him in the doorway.
By then, he was in the other room.
I'm off to self medicate with a cup of tea, a piece of chocolate
and a shot of Nyquil.
Things can only get better from here on out.