I've done it again. I woke up dark and early with only the moon to illuminate my stumbling to wake the girls for school when my sleepy back decided to have a hissy fit.
"Husband." I said, bouncing a bit on the bed since I couldn't turn my head after sitting up. "Huuuuuuuuusband! I've thrown out my back!"
"Get a drink of water, you're dehydrated," he said.
My glare fell on his relaxed back, it obviously mocking me. The minutes ticked by, the girls needed breakfast and I needed a stiff drink to ease my muscles at 6:15am. My patience stretching as thin as Kim Kardashian's skirt fabric, I rolled out of bed and hobbled down the hallway. "Water, my ass."
Ten minutes of yoga stretches later where the best I could do was reach my knees while bent at the waist and standing and I'm still in bad shape.
"Bring me Midol!" I yelled. I could wash it down with the tequila I was dreaming of, forget the coffee - this required serious action. He brought me water.
"Where are the pills o'glory?" I asked. This was then followed by his five-minute lecture on the benefits of exercise. He won't be making it into work today. My foot reflex works just fine.
Oh for the love of husbands.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Shelly.
ReplyDelete*sends Stace a bag of chocolate granolaolaola, a stack of Austen books and a bottle of Baileys.*
Hope your back feels better soon!!!
Oh dear. Can we arrange for Husband to spend an afternoon with Mr. Vagabond? I have him trained really well. It might rub off.
ReplyDeleteHe's usually a peach so I'll forgive him -- just this once.
ReplyDelete*grabs Turkey's gift*
Those deep breathing exercises they forced me to do during childbirth aren't working. Of course, they didn't work then either...
Ouch!
ReplyDeletePills o'glory *snort* I'm noticing a tequila theme with everyone this week. I like it.
ReplyDeletetee hee... if they won't fetch what we want, why keep them around? I commend your aim. Nice call. :)
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