I'm exhausted. We've been running errands all day. In no less than five trips from the car to the house I grab the two-year old and all the groceries. Inside we throw off our hats, coats, mittens, and boots when I look down at the shiny floor covered in dirt.
I decide to mop.
I finish mopping and find the first place to plop down that isn't drenched in Pine-Sol. It's the carpeted stairs.
My back hurts.
"Luke," I say, "Mommy's baby is growing really big and makes mommy's back hurt after all the work we did this morning."
Luke looks on.
Then, I asked him, without expecting an answer, "Luke, what should I do so that my back doesn't hurt all the time?"
Luke's response "Mommy, wear shoes."
Welp, that was interesting
3 weeks ago