|She has better form than I do, no joke.|
Sitting next to Harper, who's eating watermelon for breakfast. Which she requested by yelling "WA-MELON!!!!!!!!!!!!" We're sort of in a phase this week where things are requested via screams? Working on that.
Dreading her two-year appointment happening around 10. No shots, but there will be a finger prick and in my experience, that's often worse. (Picture a gushing finger, no tolerance for a band-aid, confused and terrified over where it's coming from...But maybe an additional 12 months of maturity will help ease that?)
Figuring out how I'mma make it through today with my back thrown out. I did something yesterday and it is bad. The actual injury is on my left flank (ew) and left lower back, but I woke up early early morning with my entire back in painful spasms. cc had me get out of bed and lie on the floor for awhile (could this have been a ploy to get the bed to himself mmmmm) and it did help release the non-injured parts of my back. So my right side is feeling okay now. But left side? Send help. Have a feeling I'm about to realize just how frequently I pick up my lady.
Realizing I'm going to be 30 a week from today. I alternate between feeling a warm "this will be great!" and sobbing in the car.
Eating 4 Trader Joe's Donut O's. And they didn't even give me a tum ache? I'll blame that on the "healthy" ingredient list. (Who makes donut holes with whole wheat flour?) (I don't know, but it works and they are delicious.)
Looking forward to naptime when I'll start another Inspector Lewis. Thanks to my mom, who had to break up my Midsomer Murders habit a bit, I'm in the flush of new obsession. Especially with that lanky James Hathaway fellow. Why again am I dreading 30? I was born 90.
Reheating my tea for the first time. It'll take at least 2 more tries before it gets finished.
Happy weekend, loves. My frozen back and I wish you funz.