F.O.B

    When I was a kid at sumer camp, we always had a quiet time during the day called F.O.B. (Flat on Back).  We went back to our cabins and spent the hour quietly writing letters home, reading, or napping. 
    Well, I am spending my own F.O.B. time right now, but it is not as fun as the good old days at camp.  Early Friday morning I bent over Ethan to pick him up for his 4am snack, and could not stand upright again.  I threw my back out completely.  I spent the morning and part of the afternoon clinging to Donnie's hands as he guided me to and from the bathroom, couch, or wherever.  A human walker.  I was right out of a sitcom.  (And every time I thought of how I must look to him, I laughed.  Ouch.)
    He made me an appointment with a chiropractor, and she did wonders for me, but I am still pretty immobile.  Poor little Emma wants me to carry her down the stairs so badly.  She told me that she would kiss my back to make it better, and then I could carry her down.  We made it about 3 steps.  I'll go back to the chiropractor again on Monday, and she'll adjust me again.  But until then, I'm just taking it easy (sort of) and learning to mother in a slightly different way.  Like reading bedtime stories while standing.