The last few weeks I have been overloaded with work, events and stress. If I'm not trying to find time to work in one of my 5 writing projects, fighting the school district for Fabrizios therapy, planning a fundraiser for a family in Thailand that helps kids with special needs, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, being my husbands cheerleader, (and the list goes on) ...then I'm ready to pass out on the couch. Needless to say, it's been all a bit much and then it all became painful. Literally. One night in a motionless sleep, the kind where you know you woke up in the same position and you have pillow marks all over one side of your face, my back seized up. That was about 3 weeks ago and I am still in some serious pain. The idea that day to day life can completely seize up my back is frightening.
At this point it's fair to say that I feel like an old lady and am pretty sure I move like one. After all the nice young yoga instructor called me Mame and offered an "easier" position to me. Those were some not so subtle clues that I need to step up my game.
I'm sure Fabrizio deciding my arm makes a good swing doesn't help but it's no excuse. I don't have time for my body to fail me. I don't have time to be tired but I am. I'm exhausted and if the guy who lobbied for the time change was still alive I'd probably hunt him down. Yes, I'd make time for that because he clearly never had a child who woke up at 5:30am. You should hear me begging Fabrizio to go back to sleep in the morning, it's not a pretty site.
Thankfully David has taken to rubbing my back every night, which is really a treat. And although I feel to overwhelmed to make big strides in any one area of my life I am taking baby steps forward. It's those baby steps that I have to remember because we all know that they add up over time.