We were doing school and I decided it was time for a break. So I went and took a quick shower where I tweaked something in my upper back (man, I'm getting old). I was in pain. I slowly made it back to my bed and collapsed. I thought we can finish school, I can read while laying down I tried to lift my head and knew that wasn't going to work.
Jory asked what was wrong and I told him my back hurt and he jumped into action. Bony elbows, karate hand chops, deep nine-year-old massaging. I was able after a bit to turn my head to the side and we practiced Bible verses. I thought about doing more but the pain was too much, so instead I told the kids they could watch a movie.
Rowan raced to her room to get Strawberry Shortcake, which I knew Jory wouldn't be down with. He came back with Cars. I convinced my big girl that since Jory had chosen a movie for a while, we'd let him choose the movie this time. She agreed. I instructed them, to stay on the bed, not to get in front of the pillow which was their barrier to being too close to the laptop monitor, not to bother a sleeping Oma, and to not leave the room. I painfully moved myself to the other side of the bed and went to sleep. Older kids who know how to turn on DVDs on laptops rock my world!
I woke up to an argument about which movie to put in next. I looked down at my glow in the dark Swatch (greatest watches EVER) and saw it was 11:30.
"You can't watch another movie it's 11:30. Go to bed," my voice startled them.
"Mom- -" my big girl began- -
"I love you, night night," I said lovingly, then little bodies got off the bed and tucked their own selves in. Though I did wake up with a head on my chest, so I'm not sure if Layla ever left or she left and came back. A queen size bed is just not big enough for her and another human being.
I love kids who follow directions and let their in pain mommies sleep.
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