So, My Back Hurts.

And when I say "hurts" I mean it feels like my ribs have been smashed with a sledge hammer. So, I must be complaining about it often, because Natty laid on the floor the other night and said, "My back hurts."

I spend most of my time in this position...


Sitting straight up is killer.

In a noble effort to make me feel better tonight, the girls busted out all the girlie stuff. They put several hundred of these little clipies in my hair. (at least it felt like that many when they were tugging gently trying to put them in.) They painted my nails and put on makeup. Pretend stuff.


I was still not fixed.

So, Libby pulled out the doctor stuff and worked on me for a bit. She even "Cut me open and then had to tape me closed again." She is a good doctor. I would recommend her to anyone on the block, but the shattered ribs were still not fixed!


Natty knew just the thing to do the trick. Pull out the Magic Wand. Duh. Why did I not think of that sooner? She waved it all over and around this broken old mama and to be honest, it helped me feel a bit better.


It must have been the fact that I know I am pretty loved. These girls sure know how to take care of their mommy.

The good news is that these darn ribs will get better eventually. Hopefully, the next four weeks will be gentle on me. :)

And I will try not to complain so much. It just hurts, ya know? Okay, done complaining. for now.