I know, two days in a row of random stuff. Sue me.
I went to the chiropractor yesterday, finally. The guy is a little weird — not creepy, just funny-weird. Here’s a quote: “I don’t really fraternize with my brethren. I have very different ideas than other chiropractors.” Um, okay. I pretty much thought different ideas were par for the course with chiropractors, being closely related to at least three of them. (Hi, Dr. Sis!)
The girls were with me, which was unfortunate. The doctor and I kept getting interrupted. Bright spots? No complete meltdown, and nothing was broken over the course of an hour. Low points? Monkey ate a potato chip off the floor (it was a very clean floor), and Bun pushed her sister over at one point (right before we were leaving fortunately. I made her apologize). The chiropractor has a 28-month-old daughter of his own, so he sympathized with me, and didn’t seem put out by the girls.
When I go back next week (diagnosis: back sprain; course of treatment: adjustments and exercises to strengthen the lower back), I’m leaving the girls with a babysitter or my MIL if she’s willing to keep ’em for an hour.
I had soreness last night, to the point of needing to ice my back after the girls’ bath time. The doctor said that would happen because the adjustment would aggravate the injury. I have my first exercise to do three times a day too; it basically amounts to sucking in my belly for a count of ten, ten times in a row. It’s tougher than it sounds. Oy, I’m out of shape. Maybe this is what it will take for me to finally get serious about exercise again.
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Bun. Is. Waking at night. Again. One reason for this second random thoughts in as many days is simply that I am TIRED. I went to bed before 10:00 last night, which was an achievement. But then Bun woke me at 1:30, 2:30, and 5 a.m. I don’t have the wherewithal to let her cry it out right now, so I bring her into bed with me. Then since I can’t sleep with her, I move into the guest bed; then she wakes up crying for me again, and I go back into my bed. Then I pass out again, sometimes for two or three hours in a row, sometimes not.
This sucks.
I’m going to keep trying the routine that DearDR created. It’s tough because the girls seem all worked up and whiny at bed time lately, stalling and fighting it. I try to ignore it, but their behavior makes it hard for deep breathing and visualization (for them). So I just try a quiet prayer and lullaby, and hope for the best.
It ain’t happening. (Yet.)
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Finally: Go here and vote for a pediatric hospital to win an ultimate gameroom from Microsoft. I am voting for Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh, of course, but I am also throwing a few votes to St. Vincent Health Center up in Erie. That’s where I’m from. I was a candy striper at the hospital years and years (and years) ago.
Can you picture THAT?
Red Pen Mama 