Some days I feel like all we do is run from one activity to the next. The activities themselves aren't particularly tiring, and Mini-Pear certainly isn't showing any Over-scheduled Child symptoms, but I think I sort of hit a wall on busy days.
Yesterday morning, we went to another one of those Classics for Kids concerts. No male ballet dancers to snicker at this time, but there was one man on man cheek kiss that got the audience "eeeewwww"ing. We'd intended on having a little lunch date before heading over to our regular park day, but I calculated that while I certainly had it in me to throw together a couple of sandwiches (or more accurately, open the peanut butter and jelly so Mini-Pear could make her own sandwich), I doubted I'd be up for cooking dinner after driving to the concert, then back to our house, then out to the park and then up the coast a few miles for a karate class Mini needed to make up.
Not that the activities are inherently exhausting for me. It's Mini-Pear who should be dropping like an overworked sled dog at the end of a hard days actual running. I mean yesterday, I sat in a dark theatre for an hour or so, sat at the park for a couple of hours, and then sat and watched a karate lesson. It's more the idea that I need to be on all day long. Some days I feel like I'm at a never ending all day cocktail party, making small talk sans the social lubricant. That takes it out of me. All I want for my next birthday is a hip flask disguised as a sippy cup. I promise I'll stop complaining.
Plus, I think I cracked a rib or pulled a tendon or something a couple of weeks ago and actually find sitting, whether it be at the park, in a dark theatre, in the driving seat, or on my couch, extremely uncomfortable. I can't even knit for extended periods. In fact, the knitting is so painful, I started wonder whether or not it had been the initial cause of my discomfort. Perhaps I'd sat hunched over or held my body too tightly, trying to keep that little slip of a sock on those toothpick sized needles.
Probably not. I've had fractured ribs before, so I'm pretty sure this is what I've got. It may have been one of those "Mom's always base!" head butt/tackles at the park, or it could have been a particularly vigorous session of wrestling on the bed. Sadly, I'm actually talking about wrestling. It's not a euphemism for getting it on. And yes, I probably should be taking a calcium supplement.
Mom is NOT always base. Sorry about that one. And about your ribs. Bummer.
Posted by: Kate | February 02, 2008 at 08:52 PM
Sounds like you might have what we call in the 'biz' a rib dysfunction (where a thoracic vertabra is out of alignment and tugs its rib out with it). Does it hurt with deep inhalation? Pretty easy to fix if you know the right person. Sorry I can't be more help.
Posted by: Sarah K | February 04, 2008 at 03:59 PM