By Marcy | Leave A Comment
Ever since I had my boys two years apart which meant for a good while I could be seen carrying an infant and a 2 year old around the house at the same time, I have had back problems. Sure, Monkey’s do it- but I must have lost my primitive ways. And I actually broke my tail bone while delivering my youngest and what has now developed is a chronic lower back problem- that mysteriously goes ‘out’ randomly and without having any major strenuous event. And as I type I am wearing a back brace and am floating happily on pain killers.
My kids know when my back is out. There is a seriousness to my voice that they rarely hear. I don’t yell. It hurts to even talk….so I am slow, clam and very serious. And you know what? Amazing things happen. I have learned my boys (who are ages 7 and 9 ) can do all kinds of things for themselves. Things I do for them all day long- because they had me convinced THEY NEEDED me to. But in reality- they just WANTED me to. For instance:
Marcy Massura is presently laying on her back and writing with her laptop at her other home, The Glamorous Life Association. Why not pop on over and say hello. She sure could use the company….And her kids can make a mean bowl of Cheerios for you too! |
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ABOUT Marcy
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I recently taught my three oldest how to fold blankets and towels and now I’m slapping myself for not doing this years ago!! Especially when they fold together, they do a great job.
Marcy, could you send those boys our way so they can teach mine a thing or 2? I’ve been hobbling around after getting stitches in my foot and they aren’t being very helpful. Hmph.
I can trick my kids into doing housework for me if I tell them we’re playing “Annie”. I get them dressed up in raggy clothes (they wear mine or dad’s wifebeater tanks), I put bandanas on their heads, and they get all into character and actually WANT me to boss them around like Ms. Hannigan. (Now if I only had Ms. Hannigan’s supply of bathtub gin, I could *really* get into character.) It’s the hardknock life… but my house gets clean!
Is this genious on my part or really screwed up? Don’t answer that.