Ok, so I had one hell of a day yesterday . . . As it is my intention to post as close to everyday as possible, the thrown-out back I woke up with Wednesday presented me with just a few obstacles: 1) it hurt so bad I would have rather been in labor with no pain meds, 2) it took me approximately two hours to get from my bed to the other side of the room where I crumpled painfully into a ball on the floor; I stayed there for the next four hours, and 3) the Percocet-induced haze, which was necessary for me to even half-function, did not allow me to coherently gather my thoughts in a way that anyone else could have been able to follow.
And what about the day care? I don't get any sick days, personal hours, paid vacations. My wonderful wife, who was supposed to work a double, took off the entire day to take care of Cullen and run the day care during my incapacitation (oh--and she took care of me, too!). She really is more than I could have ever asked for . . .
And I think the worst part of my day was the fact that I couldn't even pick up my son . . . talk about feeling like a failure.
So, as we drifted off to sleep--having a slumber party in our family room so decrepit Mommy could sleep in the recliner--my ideas for my next post battled with the pain meds to find some corner of my brain to reside in until I can get them out. Hopefully, they're still there . . .
See you soon.
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