And the fun continues

I don't know...maybe I slept wrong last night, but this morning, I woke up in even more pain than before.  Add to that the fact that I'm stubborn and refuse to slow down, and that's probably one of the (many) reasons why I haven't recovered from this apparent injury.  It has to be a pulled muscle, and that sucks because that means I have to be getting old.  Boo!

Anyway, this morning was just awful, and this morning just so happened to be one of the mornings that I work, which requires some mild lifting and lots of abdominal/torso moving.  Super!  I popped some extra-strength Advil and went on about my business.  And, honestly, it wasn't too bad.  Five hours did feel like 5 million, but I had a little bit of downtime during the day, so I got to sit and relax a little.  You know...until I got bored.  It's funny.  I have no problem sitting around, being bored at my apartment, but almost anywhere else?  Nope.  I can't do it.

I came home from work and plopped on the couch with my buddy, the heating pad.  I was out like a light in less than 10 minutes.  I heard N come in the door after school (B's at his dad's this week), and in my dream-like state, I heard him talking about the computer (he swears this never happened) and listening to Eminem (which he guiltily admitted DID happen), and then he asked me if he could go to the park to play football.  And that's when I snapped back to reality and realized I'd been asleep for an hour and a half and it was almost time for baseball practice, and oh crap...I still need to go to the grocery store.

We went to baseball practice, where I tried to get comfortable without screeching in pain (not an easy feat), and it didn't help that N was in a terrible mood.  He was catching in the batting cages, and got hit with the bat.  He acted like a pill for the rest of the evening, except for when he was showing off his fantastic bruise from last weekend's game.  There's a huge marbled bruise on his upper arm.  It's a beauty.  Anyway, after practice, we ran one of the other boys home, and then he accompanied me to Target for groceries.

He wasn't thrilled about this, however, he needed body wash and shampoo, and that's how I "got" him.  It wasn't a long trip, by any stretch of the imagination, but by the time we got home, we were both ready to veg.  We ate dinner, watched a little baseball (the Rangers FINALLY snapped their losing streak!), and he headed off to bed, on his own, earlier than normal.

I'm wondering if he's getting sick.  I can't remember the last time he volunteered to go to bed before the scheduled bedtime...

Aubs